The Bridge Across the Sea


The Bridge Across the Sea by Maria Fokas On my death-bed, I say my last goodbye. I do not utter his name; a forgiving tragedy; And to his final question: I speak a lie. I shall not shed another tear for the moments denied. I shall not shed another tear for foolish twisted humanity – I shall not shed another tear for that weakness to suppose. Erase me from your past; . . . the years you have forsaken me – Each genuine day; Each generous hour; A love I embraced: In pure desire, his lips I kissed – Every … Continue reading The Bridge Across the Sea

The Passion of a Writer’s Pen


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

Shattered Pieces of Time


Shattered Pieces of Time by Maria Fokas Last night, you held my hand again. We flew with ruby-colored wings; below a golden sky. A distant faint melody; a familiar touch and sigh – Out of my sleep; worried faces and uncertainty, Has love been confused with lust again? Possibilities of truth fade away with mastered plans,   No expectations to the rule; no regrets from your seducer.     My eyes are heavy; but not from lack of sleep; In a world where time is scarce – we dwell on losing;  But never notice the part we play; as we fiddle with … Continue reading Shattered Pieces of Time

Sparks of Light


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, … Continue reading Sparks of Light