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