Strangers Walking Away

By: Gus Victoria

Holding on to the ember,

Fire left its scar,

Soon only ash,

Consuming hope,

There was little left,

Faith withered long ago,

Only habits lingered,

Passion ran once,

A mighty river it carried them,

Empty dust about

Strands them,

Each walks in a different direction,

To seek what might revive

What could not be lost,

Each remembers a vision

That changes with time.

She was dark when he was light,

She was day when he was night,

Alternating in their own way,

One and the other,

Friends and lovers.

Strangers walking away,

Chasing the Fairy #7

By: Gus Victoria

Light!

A lover’s flame lit,

Fiery comfort

Of a charred memory

Encased in glass

Glowing brightly,

The way leading

To the lost gone

Wandering in wait.

Expectation of Desperation

For a thin faith fled.

They wait alone

Crowded in their solitude,

Pitied before loved,

Keepers and jailers,

Barriers to their own happiness,

Blind to the fire

Of Passion,

Slaves to desire

They cannot posses.

In Fire Redeemed

By: Gus Victoria

Her hair a red tongue of flame

Passion fueled fire

She temps with a look

And damns with a kiss,

Her eyes sparkle

Deep as Oceanus

With mysteries akin,

Swallowed in those errant diamonds

The shade of a twice-lost hero;

Shunned from Earth

Banished from Heaven,

To find in her

More than ever was given, taken or shared,

In her embrace he burned,

And in the flames was renewed,

No angel she

No demon he,

They were,

They wished to be,

They learned to love,

They lived free,

Chaos seeking order

Night its day

Love its equal

Found in shattered hearts aflame.