A Thousand Years

Shattered Pieces of Time


Neel 02 01 2015 Abstract Photography 2

Shattered Pieces of Time by Maria Fokas

Last night, you held my hand
We flew below a golden sky
At a distance a faint melody
A familiar touch; a soft sigh

Out of my sleep; Uncertainty
Has love been cursed again?
All possibilities fade away
No expectations; no apparent fears 

My eyes tire; I can barely recall
In a world where time is scarce
Why do we dwell in losing?

[Love that alters when alteration comes
was never love at all] 

But . . . my friend. 

 

© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photography: Neel 02/01/2015 Abstract Photography

A Thousand Years


A Thousand Years

It happened on the thousandth year;
From the center core of all our tears
It stirred the darkness into light
Souls were born from the depths of night:
A raging struggle; just to hold on
Like grave many times before

With doubtful eyes he smiled at me –
But one cold night, he could not sleep;
My hope had touched his lips
Out of the dream he ran to me
But time had given up on him

That mundane morning:
Like the journey of a butterfly
I awoke, with no more tears in me
My darkness had surrendered

By the Sea;
By the Mountains;
By the winds in our dreams;
I was set free

© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Picture by Beautifulbutterflydarkness.com