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 – 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 – 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 – 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 – 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 – Patio (Draft) by Galen Skye
Patio
You build it together.
A new outdoor space for
Entertaining, play and peace.
You build it with sweat, aching backs
Even a little bit of blood and a few
Tears of Frustration.
When it is done, though, there is
Accomplishment,
Satisfaction,
and Exhaustion.
But that is not even the beginning.
As it turns out, you created so much more.
It is an oasis on a troubled day.
A fortress, ready with turrets and
A lookout post.
It is a spacecraft, hovering over
Strange people and worlds.
It is no longer a layer of bricks.
It is a time machine taking you to
Fascinating places filled with
Adventures just waiting to be explored.
This place, this simple patio, becomes
Solace and hope during a complicated time.
And as the smile on your son’s face brightens
With imagination, it lights up your world.
Then, when the storms roll in and
We scramble to put things away, and
The wind kicks up,
A patio it becomes again,
Until another day, when imagination reigns and
The possibilities take flight.
G. S. Skye
9 June 2020 (Draft)
Draft (2019) – I am not ready
I am not ready.
Today when my child came home from school I turned off the TV and
The unending reports of scared children after yet another shooting.
He curled up on my lap and didn’t notice the sudden lack of news.
Instead, he hugged me tight and told me of his day.
He hugged me tight, not knowing how much I needed
His small yet strong little arms wrapped up in mine
His wonderful, animated face full of love and excitement.
He talked of future days in school
And I grasped that thread of hope and clung to it;
I clung so tight that I hugged him again and thought not for the
First time—
I am not ready.
I am not prepared to talk to this precious child
About the realities of life.
I am not yet able to formulate the words that
Someday will fray the edges of the safe blanket
He has wrapped around him, that school is safe.
School should be safe, dammit.
It should be a place where children can learn and grow and
Take flight with learning and imagination.
School should be safe.
I am not ready.
So I hugged him back.
14 November 2019
Poem: Words (draft, 2006/2018)
Words are such a strange thing.
What is in a word that gives it
Such power…
How can one such thing hold
The meaning of a kiss
In its outreaching hand, just a breath
From your lips, and yet,
In the next moment, be once again
A simple word
Filled with innocent effervescence.
We wield words with abandon;
Tossing them about here and there
Giving them freely with little
Acknowledgement or even awareness of the
Consequences,
Repercussions,
Power,
That they can wield.
And as always more words to follow.
Want
Wield
Wait
Watch
Will
Wander
Wonder
Wish
Words.
G. S. Skye, 2006/2018
I fly, I exist (draft)
I am here
Though you may not notice
Above the trees I soar
High within the clouds
Looking down upon the earth.
And so I guard you.
The wind lifts my wings,
I Coast down, my eyes closing
As I sniff the warm spring air.
Tilting my head, I come to land
My hooves clicking softly on the stone path.
Though you can not see me.
This glade is my home
Far beyond the veil of knowing
Into a land where my like reside
Mystic in our presence
Forgotten with time
And yet we both, in anticipation, wait.
Folding my wings along my back
I walk along the steams edge.
My silken mane falls forward
As I bend to drink;
Crystalline liquid there to quench my thirst.
And for a moment, I exist.
With a great bellow
I toss my head back and rear up.
Muscles stretch as I announce myself
To the world, knowing none could hear me
Yet wishing, just once, for some imagination.
And then, suddenly she, too, was there.
A wee thing.
Golden hair falling to waist
Smiling as she look directly at me.
Seeing me.
And enjoying the majesty of it.
A wee thing, smiling.
She clapped her hands for me.
Laughter floated toward me
Upon the breeze, spurning me forward
With great pride I raced on the wind
Wings spread as it lifted me up.
I danced in the sky as she watched me fly.
I am here
And so I guard you,
Though you can not see me,
And yet we both, in anticipation, wait.
And for a moment, I exist.
And then, suddenly, she, too, was there;
A wee thing, smiling.
I danced in the sky as she watched me fly
Everything has a beginning
Everyone has a beginning.
On the tree of life we start
As too green leaves
Bright, yet fragile
Sprouting upon wobbly limbs,
Reaching for the sun in the sky.
It is a beginning.
With spring, comes strength.
Buds burst forward.
We are steadier,
As the winds bend us,
Rain revives us, and
The early years melt away.
It is the middle.
Blossoms slowly open
And the days warm—
So do we—Friendships mature
And the paths we’ve taken,
Grow more complex and take many turns.
Roads branch out in too many directions.
The sun beats down upon us and we bask in the freedom of it.
When fall comes, the
Roots of your past conjoin with each other.
They enables and entrap, and
As pages of life fall to the ground,
A multi-colored array of experiences
Scatter to the wind.
This is the wisdom bought and paid for with life.
Winter settles in and wraps
Around you as your roods grow
More and more tangles together
Until by spring again,
They have become one mass,
Showing lifetime of information,
Decisions made and choices taken.
In the beginning, spring
Brought us together with
The subtle beauty of a Cherry tree
From beneath the snow:
Its blooms peeking up
Begging to grow,
And the lifecycle continues
Until the last petal falls.
G Skye 2016/2017
