The Sword by Maria Fokas My mind in helpless roam Antique dreams and harp whispers; Between losing and winning Hearts wintered in leaves that float ashore Shallow rays of dizzy lights – Mirrored in the dead of night I close my eyes again; The sword falls from my hand A word sharper than a sword Before we turn to stone. © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved / Image: Gladiaotor/Warrior Stock Photos.com Continue reading The Sword