Sweet Silenced by Maria Fokas

The spaces we meet by chance; Sweet Silenced.
A beam, a weep, a spark glowing into the night,

[A glimpse of no end; up – side – down]
Reflections throb; I fade my eyes; a fragile gesture of might.
Trapped inside this deed: an Earnest unwavering day.
Shadows of seeded dreams, await that yearning.

Among those ardent Sorrows –
A gift of passing through; the everlasting Memory of you.

 Photograph by Martin Hanley