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