Black and White

Obscurity


Resonance

Obscurity by Maria Fokas

A warm smile for me, before he got up, out of that old familiar wooden chair.

Could he be feeling the change too?

No matter what happened; when that day came, I would leave, and he would eventually forget. I had seen the signs before, though this time, the illusion of forgiveness was not mentioned; or that aching pain of expectations. I wondered, did he ever have any?

Oh, who was I kidding, he was going to pretend he had none, just like I always did. We both knew that expectations always lurked in the background; we had many a late night talks about the consequences of false intentions; talks that took to the early mist of dawn.  

He turned to me, another smile; there it is: He’s going to try and change me. It will happen, bit by bit, with his subtle word games. He’s going to promise me a better life, and I know what will happen in the end; A broken heart!

We will abruptly go our separate ways, and end up in each other’s past; And on odd days wonder.

But what if I’m wrong . . . what if he stays?  It would be an amazing thing; if we could both want that.

And then that sweet smile again,

With a black cup of coffee in one hand and a steaming slice of apple pie in the other, he fought his way back, through the chaos of uncertainty.

 

 

© Photograph by Maria Fokas /All Rights Reserved –

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black and White



©Yucel Basoglu

Black & White

 The grandest love story ever told;

Born out of each other; into every form.

Disguised to prevail against each other:

A hidden compass in my heart for your voyage –

Your waking choices, and your sleeping adventures;

And in this world; connected by the mask of time –

He seeks the reflection of all things in majestic balance.

He refers to the ice-burg as a wasted truth;

A mountain that touches the sky; upside down, he claims –

And that same sky on the other side,

Will never touch the sands beneath the oceans of you.

And though you are bound to change,

With every change of every moment –

You are still the same, my Love.

Oh, and how the Sun loved the Moon:

Forever devoted to crossing paths, but never to touch.

And some day I will know; some day in the ink of your thoughts –

And you will paint the darkness in my eyes with the light in yours.

Some day, the pauses between our notes will be soothed by your smile.

For what is music without rest between the melodies of notes?

Oh, how selfish must love become before it turns into hate;

And back into love again . . . but I have nothing to declare.

Some day I will know all the things that were left unsaid.

In laughter, and in cries –

In caress, and in vice –

You are the center of all things.

But in the end,

I may doubt all but one; you were my spark, and I your darkest joy –

– How our world would have been different,

If we could have agreed; at least on that.

 

 – Photograph by ©Yucel Basoglu