new love – Galen Skye

The warmth holds me close… (Draft)

By galenskye | May 4, 2018 | Comments 0 Comment

The warmth encompasses me and holds me close
Tight within the arms of awareness, and
Humbling in the sincerity of tenderness.

A candle flickers

Bringing within its light your gentleness.
The slight curve of your face,
The edge of your smile,
Draws me in
As you look down at me with sleepy eyes.

Within those eyes I see trust,
And faith in a self I am unsure of.

Yet it is there, that simple truth,
That absolute belief of someone, me,
To achieve a greatness I have only imagined.
Within your arms, the possiblities are endless…

And I can dream.

2009

Poem – Together, a hope… a dream…

By galenskye | August 10, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment

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

Poem – An Ancient Hymn

By galenskye | August 8, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment

Waves flood against my soul
Caressing the pounding of my heart.
As it beats to an ancient hymn,
I feel myself tumbling gently
Off a cliff.
Over I fall to the depths
Of an ocean where I have never been,
Or even glimpsed.

Falling down, tumbling really,
To the soft, welcoming ground.
The rhythm awaits me with open arms.
It wraps around me like gentle breeze

On a warm spring day,
Filtering through the realms of possibility
With nature’s sweet music singing.

Such songs barely compare, however, to
The music of my heart.

12/6/1992

(19 years old)

I hold the petal of soft velvet by Galen Skye

Poem – I hold the petal of soft velvet…

By galenskye | August 6, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment

I hold the petal of soft velvet
between my fingers.
It possesses a fragrance that
stands still in time.

It takes me back to my childhood
with memories of my grandmother’s perfume.
Or forward I go to a walk along the paths
of a rose garden at a grand estate in full bloom.

Such a simple thing of beauty alone
becomes magical when
given by a new love;
almost as enchanting
as the feelings that bloom between two young souls.

2/16/1993 (BM)
(edited 8/4/2017)

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