Reflections of Time

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. Continue reading Reflections of Time