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Sparks of Light


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Sparks of Light by Maria Fokas

Torn to shreds by spite;
But it will pass, like all misfortunes do.
Our greatest fears come true, sometimes;
Truths which scar the soul –
But it is not the silence which breaks me;
It is what silence leaves behind in its passing –

And in my grieving moment;
The defeat is not of a lost love.
I fought for you with all my might;
As if it were my last battle –
How can we know the truth from a lie?
Surely not by generous manners –
Could it be by a gentle touch, when hardships roar?

I have seen men claiming to be generous; who were the greediest of all –
I have seen men alleging to be gentle; who were merely vile tyrants.
And I have seen men declare their bravery; though nothing but cowards;
Men falling in tantrums like spoilt children, cruel and malice.

But I was fortunate to keep those tormenters astray.
I gave my heart to an unusual man who made promises;
To protect me from his fury and from his rage, and I know you tried;

And so I have no regrets today.
And whether I was haste, or foolish;
Giving you the benefit of the doubt; on all occasions –
It was because – my weaknesses were rife.
And though my faults were countless;
My vow to you was never meant to change.

In this end, I will be mocked;
Endless whispers of insincere pity; will ravage me –
And while they smile in my presence;
I will feel their scorn.

But regardless of the madness –
The struggles, and the pain,
I did not lose a breath of life;
Because I have loved with all my heart.

So no matter what tomorrow brings,
You will remember all those things.
And though you never believed in me:
I will miss the times of laughter;
And I will miss the times you held my tears –

But most of all,
What will be missed;
Is the time I thought you loved me –

© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photograph by Maria Fokas, at Corfu; Paleokastritsa

The Holy Rocks


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.

 

THE GARDEN OF BEES


These photos were taken in November of  2013 in Greece. The Village is called Melisoxori, which means “The Country of Bees”. This is my garden. Just wanted to share a bit of nature with you XX

Thanks for the visit.