Reflections of Time by Maria Fokas

Strangers breaking paths
Stop for a glance.

Morning to dawn
With a touch of thought.

And the wind on my back
Caresses, days with dance.

Blind to the ticking of a note
Flying below the tide –

But do not Mis-take, my pause
I hide no gifts in my sigh.

It is that – I miss you so,
When we say goodbye.