Chasing the Fairy #16

By: Gus Victoria

Futile endeavor

To chase ghosts

That haunt the periphery

Of guilt-ridden experience,

Joy to dust turned,

Reflected in such  a ghastly mirror

That doth create the shade

Of a once-brilliant light,

A mad play of memory

Conspiring to move against

A positive future

For the wrath of the spectre

That never was.

Lost and confused,

The ring buried,

The church forgotten,

The vows unspoken.

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.

Never to Part

By: Gus Victoria

Beyond a bedazzled shore

A ghostly vessel

Adrift a silvery sea

Owned the tranquil night.

A single broken mast

Once proud with sail

Now sadly bereft

Mourned under the moonlight.

A lone figure stood

Upon that empty deck

A frantic eye searching

A treasure not yet found.

He was by her shade haunted

By her fate tormented,

Love heroically sustained

What guilt thought drowned.

He called out her name,

He cursed his god,

He burned with rage

As he shook with shame.

Silently we witnessed

This spectral spectacle

Of a repentant captain

And his forever doomed lover.

No one alive knows

Why the phantom players

Ever were parted.

No one can say

If ever they will

Find themselves reunited.

A lesson learned

Through ancient relic,

Upon the tablet scribed these words:

“Stone this love can make bloom,

And to ever part,

Is to part too soon.”