Maria Fokas

Reflections of Time


Reflections of Time by Maria Fokas

Strangers crossing paths; do not stop but for a glance.

Like morning to dawn with the turning of time.

And the winds caressing days, will dance;

to the ticking of a heart flying high –

 . . .

But do not mis-take my love;

There is no sadness in my sigh;

It is that I miss you so,

When we say goodbye.

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Sweet Silenced


Martin Hanley new

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