Of Beauty by Maria Fokas
Love; an echo . . . a thread of faith –
Into his eyes; tainted by a heritage of pain to embrace:
Through the pillars of your birthright, the chant –
Vibrating through the flesh of your skin:
That echo . . . that echo of hymns.
I wake up to the decades lost; the struggle of uncertainty –
A hum treading beneath my screams.
Such legacy of hope; forced upon me.
An echo of faith . . . of beauty . . . of a dream.
Love is nothing more than a spark;
– within a captivated heart.
And that my love, is everything.
© Maria Fokas/ February 7 2016 – All Rights Reserved
Photograph credits – Unknown (Please contact me if information is known)