Author: galenskye

Poem – When Love Blossoms

Poem – When Love Blossoms

When love blooms

A blossom, the soft petals opening,
beaconing like the
welcome arms
that enfolded me
in warmth and safety.

His arms, into which I run,
give me such peace
within the chaotic world…

and….

within me.

2/16/1993

Poem – 2021 – He brought me a cup of water

Poem – 2021 – He brought me a cup of water

He brought me a cup of water.
It was wet, dripping slightly
Due to a stumble or two when he
Had climbed up two flights of stairs.

A cup of water, unasked for, yet given
Because I had developed a headache
And needed to rest on the bed for a moment.
A sweet, caring gesture from my wonderful child.

A cup of water.
A gift so much beyond what it seemed.
The gift of knowing that my child
Loves so strongly with his kind, caring soul.

He brought me a cup of water
And brightened my world
With it. And then a kiss and
A smile full of love and a hug—

As full as the Cup was when he first filled it–
                                 completed the remedy.

G. S. Skye 2021

Poem – 2021 – Memories Wash Over Me

Poem – 2021 – Memories Wash Over Me

Today, I took a moment and then a few more
To think of you and feel
All the memories wash over me on
The breath of a wish, the sigh of our dreams,
And the knowing that you will always be part of me
In the stories I tell my child,
Drawing pictures for him so he will
Always remember…
Tomorrow and many more days to come
I will both forget and remember
That you aren’t here physically, and I will take a moment—
Again—
Then I will talk to you anyway
About our day, and still sharing
As we always did before.
Memory is a blessing, and we carry you with us
Every single day, mei mei,
And I revel in the joy of having had you in my world.

G. S. Skye
11:59 6 July 2021

Poem - Memories Wash Over Me - GalenSkye
Poem – A blush

Poem – A blush

A blush…
Hands glide over silken skin
As eyes touch
With the knowledge of
Ancient souls
Meeting their mate for the
First time.

A kiss…
The slow passion that
Merges one person
With another
Along a tempestuous
Journey of the heart
And mind.

A breath…
Leaving the body
In reminder that
Once the physical
Bonds are broken
So much more
Shall remain…

–13-Nov-2000
(27 years old)

Poem - A Blush - by Galen Skye
Poem – Special Moments

Poem – Special Moments

Everyone has his or her special moment.
That few seconds in the midst of life
Causing you to pause.
To Feel.
To Think.

An indefinable moment
Where you close your eyes,
Tilt you head back and listen.
Just listen…

Hearing the quiet whispering
Of something within…

20 December 1999
(27 years old)

 Special Moments by Galen Skye
Poem – Sauntering up quietly

Poem – Sauntering up quietly

How is having something like this
sneaking up on you GOOD?

I certainly didn’t’ expect it.
Are not these things
supposed to slam into you?

Instead, it sauntered up quietly
with a gentle hand
and wrap you carefully in his arms
until you suddenly realized–
Even though you are miles away
you feel like you have come home.
And you still feel the warmth of his embrace.

1998
(25 years old)

Poem – Something Beautiful

Poem – Something Beautiful

Two figures
Nestled together…
One sitting in front of the other.

His knees pulled up.
His arms wrapped around them both.

Behind him, his lover
Leans forward and lanky arms loop
around to hold the elegant human close.

Two figures
Entwined together,
One soul walking in front of the other.

Summer 1997
(24 years old)

Poem – I’m Curious

Poem – I’m Curious

I’m Curious as to why the wind blows,
Or how often the rooster crows
In the morning before dawn.

There are many places I’d like to go,
And many things I’ll never know
About this strange world in which we live.

Yet, I often find myself believing
That things are not quite as deceiving
As one might suppose.

And that, to me, the most intriguing of all
Is the simple way we fall
Deep into a thing called love.

I'm Curious - by Galen Skye
Poem – 100 days

Poem – 100 days

100 days until
we meet again.
My eyes close as
Exquisite memories engulf me…
Your breath whispers against my cheek.
Your lips ghost along my jaw.

Anticipation pushes the air from my lungs.
They are tight, and I open my eyes to
Glance longingly over at the
Calendar on my desk.

100 days…

09-05-01

Poem – A mouse called Wulf

Poem – A mouse called Wulf

His gleaming eyes on you–
Every move carefully watched.
All is noted.
All is awed.

His small grasping claws
Move in cautious motion.
Never much noise makes he.
Hardly a peep cried.

Just Eyes,
Ever-present
On you and your being–
The curious monstrosity
Hovering above him
Like an ever-present
Reminder of the imprisonment
That holds him forever
From the freedom of his nature…

12/28/1990

Poem - A mouse called Wulf - by Galen Skye