Even Through the Pain—Such Joy

Even through the pain—such joy, my phantom love. And I
Reckon scars, a field of roses. Such life, my distant star—
Awake the sensibilities. For modality, the flame of ghosts;
And reality, a slanted goddess. My attic muse, embrace
The fusion—enliven heart. For such—the captive—my
Spirit-soul; and such the freedom, my deepest muse. Oh
The majesty—a fantast love; thus the ache, a mere illusion.

Even through the pain—such joy, my phantom love. And I
Fathom flame, a hostage art. Such fear, a love to flight—
Awake the manifestations. For esoteric, a phantom realm;
And testimony, a sighted falcon. My treasured tear, alert
The ashes—capture fey. For such—the altar—my passion
Light. Indeed, my love: aflame the waves. Else the vision,
A pearl to perish; and else the love, a dying angel.