Chasing the Fairy #12

By: Gus Victoria

A ghost,

A spectre,

A feeble soul

Besmeared and befouled

Searching,

In toil shattered,

For a cosmic partner;

A soul not lost

In mind complete,

Joy near beheld,

Physical pleasure

Is known

Before all ecstasy

Is fully realized,

Plaintive cries

Thrown to the wind

In climactic embrace

Do little to bend

The iron will

Of selfish indulgence.

Tears of Strength

By: Gus Victoria

Cry!

Cry, no more…

Tears of strength

Shed bear no weakness.

For the distraught

In Misery’s bosom held

Hold not long there.

Surrounded by love

Given and taken,

Known and discovered,

All strike deep

Into the heart of grief

That seeks to destroy

As death in visit

Charged high

The price not paid

But stolen dearly.

We betrothed to grim despair

Look not upon

The spectre of pallid death,

Divorced instead, we beseech

The mistress in memories found

Of days now gone

That shine as diamonds in the heart,

Stars in the soul, 

Specks of joy

Amid a sea of sorrow

We sail on the winds of hope,

Bourne on the wings of friendship,

To a port unknown,

She as our guiding light,

She as our eternal flame.

Though poor sailors we,

In our hearts she’ll ever be.

Memories, Name Unknown

By: Gus Victoria

Memories served

A chilled course

Of a banquet now forgotten,

They teased at the edges of forever,

Taunting,

Haunting,

Calling to fall

A heart not theirs,

A heart freed

From a torment

With borrowed agility,

From a fantasy of impossibility.

Beyond the phantoms

twisted and unrecognizable,

An image, not quite perfection,

Took the stolen affection

To give hope instead.

No wings

No halo

Only an aura

Suffused with light

Turned to womanly form

Stood defiant,

Against those memories,

Against the past,

Against what was,

Clearing with fire

A path winding

To a hearth undying

Of a slow heart aflame

Burning brighter

In her growing fame,

Her name known only to him.