Wild is the Wind Tame me with your broken heart. Embrace me with your lips; – You have been all things to me. In the innocence of love; In the dusk of dreams; – You have been all things to me. © Maria Fokas 2016/All Rights Reserved –Altered Illustration by M. F. Continue reading Wild is the Wind
The Rain by Maria Fokas Oh that gentle rain, aching to come back, time and again. No warning to let you prepare. Like a bow and arrow to ruin your day. Can you plan around such a tease? Oh sweet rain, running free . . . I will keep your secret; and be grateful for thee. Happy to welcome that gentle drop; On my lips, and down my neck; To whisper . . . I just like coming back – © Maria Fokas/all rights reserved, and Photo Credits/ 2017 Continue reading The Rain
Sweet Silenced by Maria Fokas The spaces we meet by chance; Sweet Silenced. A beam, a weep, a spark glowing into the night, [A glimpse of no end; up – side – down] Reflections throb; I fade my eyes; a fragile gesture of might. Trapped inside this deed: an Earnest unwavering day. Shadows of seeded dreams, await that yearning. Among those ardent Sorrows – A gift of passing through; the everlasting Memory of you. Photograph by Martin Hanley Continue reading Sweet Silenced
Wandering Winds of Time by Maria Fokas Put pen to paper; and carry the winds astray: All that is here; will one day disappear; I heard them say. So put pen to paper for untamed songs of love remembered: Gaze upon the wandering sky; as if to paint its essence – Remind me of that kiss in such restless rapture; when you were mine: The whisper of your hidden thoughts; freeze that moment; Tell me again, how you held my hand; though hope was gone. Don’t let them say that we were fools to love! Their craven twists of envy … Continue reading Wandering Winds of Time
The Passion of a Writer’s Pen by Maria Fokas A sword to pierce my heart for every tide I spit out a raw escape in a gasp of thought To mark specks of profound recklessness To feel the bleeding heartbeat of my fingertips To taste the dread of a struggling shadow To hear the whispering force of a lover’s birth To lose oneself in every re-crossing sunset A dream of the world; a gush of raging grace From original light to final darkness Stories bound to a hope of existence; My cry for life – © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights … Continue reading The Passion of a Writer’s Pen
The Promise of Eternity by Maria Fokas In the winds of the North, thought bares a spark of life In the welcome of the East, the sun embraces morning whispers In the star-lit skies of the West, tiny crystals light the darkness In the heart of the South, desire burns through shadows of fear – A gift; to uncover intention The cycle of time; to determine a wish Passion in a sin; fire in one love – You are the promise . . . © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved Artist of photograph unknown; Request:Please contact me if name … Continue reading The Promise of Eternity
The Holy Rocks By Maria Fokas The rocks hidden in the sky – They are not silent in my presence. They stretch as far as the eye can see; A reflection in the horizon: An element of past rememberance. A stir of wondrous light. No strangers here– As dusk sets in – I can hear them, The bells ring, in the empty light of warmth; beneath my feet. Continue reading The Holy Rocks
The Circle of Time by Maria Fokas The flow of time in a dream It rushes by – It stands still You reach into that endless stream You grasp the haste of freedom Where light and darkness meet Where the old creates the new Where the scent of Green fades into the wake of Blue Like a string that binds my heart to you Into the past, by a thought; Into to the future, with a hope. © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photography by Martin Hanley Continue reading The Circle of Time
Tango Heart by Maria Fokas In the brothels of her sphere He moves to the rhythm of his heart – Catch her eyes and wheel her in Closer; inhale the same breath He flicks her to the side Puts his lips to her neck A taste, a tease, an endless time He turns her hips; a sweet caress – His hand on her waist He grips and pulls Chest to chest In close embrace Molinete – And when you drink – the Potion of the Gods Be sure to sip – from the same cup Photo: http://www.fredastaireprinceton.com Continue reading Tango Heart
In the Wake by Maria Fokas Your hand was not mine to hold, nor my lips, yours to kiss – But in that world, I held your hand, and you kissed my lips. Through a dark current; you drew in a path; An epiphany soared within a gush of promises. And before me, a wraithlike image distracts my wake. Unbidden streams of clauses – lacing bare-scented gestures. I render the smile in your eyes, the accent in your voice, And everything you claimed that was mine. That path; deep-seated, between the distance of land and sea; How unfortunate that temporal … Continue reading In The Wake
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