My Compass


My Compass by Maria Fokas The scent of hello(s); the cry in goodbye(s) The melody of lyrics; in pictures and words – Sonnets drawn on misty moments of forgotten first ideas The beginnings in the morning; the endings each night The key to memory; the compass to change – In the breaking of your voice – In the raging waves of oceans; all that was lost is found From mountain peaks, to the other side of moonlight I trace the whispers in your heart; Once upon a time  A poem in a dream; when she was mine.   For Maria-Zina … Continue reading My Compass