Ancient City Dreams

By: Gus Victoria

Ancient city

Home of ghosts,

Once a jewel

In a crowded life,

Harbor from strife

As your spirits charmed;

The histories they told!

No fear was known then

As we walked hand in hand

Down the streets

Lined with coquina,

A shop here

Led to a story there,

Food and laughter

Shared on the shore,

Bound with dreams

Of that future

Lived in a gingerbread house,

An inn, witness to tragedy

Was our stage.

Together we brought joy,

Making new memories,

Dulling the pain

Of old ones.

Time makes irony.

Oh Ancient City,

Outside your walls,

In that sad world,  

We lost our tenuous grasp

On what was precious,

Our own victims

To honest intentions.

Now that past is a ghost

One more to add

To your crowded streets

That only lovers may see

As they stroll

Hand in hand

By the bay,

Your castle stands a strong silent sentinel.

Symbol to those that dream,

Seeing far more than they.