Category: past love

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…


within me.


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…


I’ll miss you when you’re gone. (Draft)

I’ll miss you when you’re gone. (Draft)

The same dance we’ve always had
In the morning and before going to bed
Each step mapping out a certain choice;
As the time draws near I lose my voice.

Where will we be months from now?
When you have found your new niche, tell me how
To form a different sort of connection, still.
Can you feel the gentle bending of my will?

Will you miss me when you’re gone?
Shall the season pass till it has been too long?
And when memory serves us bittersweet,
Will you fall away leaving us so very incomplete?

And yet, as the path of fate looms before me
I know the changes will bring to me,
Chances I might have never known.
But I still wonder, will you miss me when you’re gone?



Poem – Together, a hope… a dream…

Poem – Together, a hope… a dream…

I long to love you
And let you love me.
To have you so close… close enough to touch…
To wake up with you beside me
When dawn starts to appear.

The time has come, though,
Where night draws near.
And with the fading shadows
I think of you and my past
Haunts me…

My hope for us runs thin.
But, I won’t give up that small glimmer
That says we will continue together
To share our hopes and dreams again.

I want us to again to weep,
To cry, to rail against all, and…
To laugh together– experience joy.

I wish for this
Because life means nothing
Without love and trust, together with
A hope and a Dream…

*excerpt of longer 1989 version, revised 12/1992

Poetry Flashback: Dream Come True… (1990)

Poetry Flashback: Dream Come True… (1990)

Upon occasion I have been asked ‘how long have you been a poet’. I don’t know if there has been a time when I did not play with words in the form of poetry. Even before I could write, I made up little rhymes. I published my first poem at the age of 12 and never really stopped.  Looking back, it is sometimes amazing I survived my childhood, but a few personal gems did come out of it. (many, many more will never see the light of day 🙂

Dream Come True…
Magical dust scattered throughout the sky
Fair dreams of you and I
Floating down
from way above
the breathless beauty of the world beyond.

All stare with displeasing eyes
At elegance in disguise
Hidden traits
filter through
a shy smile turned toward you.

Glares ignored as glory shines
All is well with you and I.
Tender moments will
dry all tears,
warming our hearts throughout the years.

Galen S. Skye
1990 (17 years old)

Poem - Dreams come true - by Galen Skye