Shattered Pieces of Time

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 Continue reading Shattered Pieces of Time

House of Pain

 House of Pain by Maria Fokas  In the house of pain the music plays softly. There are books scattered in every corner of each room. The lights are always dimmed but the scented candles never lit. There is writing on the walls: Beware things could be Worse – In the house of pain no one complains about silly things like the taste of food. A stormy day is one when we do not listen, The hour of fun is one when we do not speak. In the house of pain there are no cries in the middle of the night … Continue reading House of Pain