The Key

Black and White

©Yucel Basoglu

Black & White

 The grandest love story ever told;

Born out of each other; into every form.

Disguised to prevail against each other:

A hidden compass in my heart for your voyage –

Your waking choices, and your sleeping adventures;

And in this world; connected by the mask of time –

He seeks the reflection of all things in majestic balance.

He refers to the ice-burg as a wasted truth;

A mountain that touches the sky; upside down, he claims –

And that same sky on the other side,

Will never touch the sands beneath the oceans of you.

And though you are bound to change,

With every change of every moment –

You are still the same, my Love.

Oh, and how the Sun loved the Moon:

Forever devoted to crossing paths, but never to touch.

And some day I will know; some day in the ink of your thoughts –

And you will paint the darkness in my eyes with the light in yours.

Some day, the pauses between our notes will be soothed by your smile.

For what is music without rest between the melodies of notes?

Oh, how selfish must love become before it turns into hate;

And back into love again . . . but I have nothing to declare.

Some day I will know all the things that were left unsaid.

In laughter, and in cries –

In caress, and in vice –

You are the center of all things.

But in the end,

I may doubt all but one; you were my spark, and I your darkest joy –

– How our world would have been different,

If we could have agreed; at least on that.


 – Photograph by ©Yucel Basoglu


The Promise of Eternity

The Promise of Eternity

The Promise of Eternity by Maria Fokas

In the winds of the North, thought bares a spark of life
In the welcome of the East, the sun embraces morning whispers
In the star-lit skies of the West, tiny crystals light the darkness
In the heart of the South, desire burns through shadows of fear –

A gift; to uncover intention 
The cycle of time; to determine a wish
Passion in a sin; fire in one love –

You are the promise . . .


© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved

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Somewhere only we know

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905 – 2004) 

  Photographs by © Maria Fokas 29/7/2015/All Rights Reserved

Soul Mate

Soul mate

Soul Mate by Maria Fokas

“Eat, Pray, Love: A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master… – Elizabeth Gilbert”

Yes Elizabeth, it is all those things; But a soul mate who leaves, cannot be privileged with such a name. A soul mate is the soul which was ripped from you a moment in time, never to be remembered. An empty void awaits to be embraced, to be caressed, to be redeemed by the part of you who searches through eternity to reclaim that first breath together; before you were separated.

Once that comes to pass, there is no need to keep searching; to question what your soul has always known – And no amount of pain, or obstacles will tear you apart; not because you can endure the hardships; not because you don’t want to flee at times, but because without them nothing makes sense: The days are heavy; the distance between you troubles your hearts.

So you see Elizabeth; a soul mate that eventually leaves was never a soul mate to begin with: Maybe a friend; maybe someone searching to be found, or to be lost, but never a soul mate. In a world where dignity is losing its sense of grace; where significance is being drained by wasted time; It is the presence of your soul mate which renders a truth to purpose; their presence, even in their absence; and not their leaving.

© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Illustration Graphic Design by Maria Fokas

The End of Time

The End of TimeThe End of Time by Maria Fokas

 In the midst of night she sleeps.

Her wings fly her over the end of time, a glimpse of light and below, she sees the color white. Slowly, don’t rush it, savor that memory of your first sip. The individual slices of time we are bound to miss. I will remember all of this:

Freshly squeezed orange scent, I crossed off our precious list. Simple chunks of speech, wasted on an empty kiss. Someone take that first step; someone, but  me, I see those words appear, and a tear rolls down my cheek. How strange the ritual of love is. It scars you so deep in the cold of night, and in the day of sunlight, an empty silence where your presence should be. But those past confessions that blind. Enchanting words that mesmerize.

The many smiles I owe to you, the smiles because of you  – and for you.

And as I turn the pages, of the book we did conceive, those unwritten words, a tragedy of love disguised. To think that wings could set me free, when instead, a chain without a key. No one can hurt you if you are free, whispered, the little girl in my dream. I recalled it all – And then, nothing.

Another day like this will come, it is inevitable, I fear it’s done. But it is not the wings that promise freedom, that much I know. And in the ticking towards my end –

somehow, everything turned into nothing. And when she came out of her dream, the intent to change was gone.

For the little girl hiding, in the white houses overlooking the sea, said, No! – I will not change love to suit your needs, if I cannot have all of you then I want nothing from you, and she gave him back the key. And what I believed to be the center of my world, was merely a distraction, the little girl had willed for me.

To accept the alternative, would break me into tiny pieces.

Was it time to say goodbye?

With no heart to love, I would be lost.

What would be the purpose, to live in a world where love is a lie?

That, would be the end of me . . .

© Maria Fokas 2014