Poems by M.A. Gustine

AT LAST

At last, time has me, passing from the present to a future that’s still incomplete.

At last, raising a truth with the facts— need not make up any excuse or give any reason for them to grow roots, like a river or a steam ship or a boat that plies its wares, as it must float to port.

At last, there comes that time. Can one understand? At last, the beginning is my present. Not my last.

M.A. Gustine

INNER BEAUTY

Isn’t there a fact, not lacking in substance nor flattering in structure— what some may call inner beauty. Standing with grace rising above cascading falls bellowing in the mist of dew. Listening out for a change of pace, we sometimes forsake. It’s never a shame or mistake. Inner beauty—the whole of our insides. Do we all share this trust of a prize? Can we rely on it, within the soul of our heart— something we wish not to hide. One has to choose, hopefully never to lose.

M.A. Gustine

BLACK PEARL

There you see on this night of New Year’s Eve a wondrous sight—the last of this year. The beauty of wonder—Black Pearl, Ms. Eve. Now I know in this flow the glow of pure gold. Lady, Ms. Black Pearl, the soul of this world. You are the Duchess and the Duke of Earl. You, the lady that is my world. I say your name, Lady Black Pearl— To say with pride, you give it, no lie. Black Pearl, you are the world.

M.A. Gustine