Befriended

If I could open the door
and have her see me
Not for anyone I’ve tried to be
Or anyone she’d been
If she might hold me close enough
That she wouldn’t need to see
To feel my composure crack

That space between my forehead
Where the paper starts to crumble
I lock my lips, but not to hers
They wince beside her shoulder blade
With only fingers,
gripping lonesome at her back

I closed the door to you
When so many others were untended
Once burning and drenched,
my love for you
Yet here within my darkest time
I would only be befriended

-Galwyn

Gemini

Off-hand she called me two faced
A caress of double slaps
I hid my sadness at the time
Mutable until relapsed

On penultimate evening
Dualing face to ebon sky
Clashing light in shallow darkness
To die obscure-eyed

I’m who you want to see
Behind the dishonestly
I’ll give you want you’d want of words
If you’d give your words to me

These geminis weep crystal eyes
Pull oily tears of briolette
Being what you’d want to see
But being what you’d never get

I’m two faced,
No doubt about it
Caster of shadows,
Polling of lux
If I could be the light you find
You’d maybe see the face behind

-Galwyn

Bivalved

Bivalved and brackish skeletal
Flaking equilateral
On brineing waves of pining harbor
Chalky cage of lining water

Admit the tides, amid remains
Hinging on each word and tooth
Tossed around and stained with sooth
Tasseomantic grains of truth

Chiton course to soft within
Bypassing broken parts to gems
Baroque like Junebugs iridescent
Leaking tears run alkalescent

Bifurcate these rigid valves
Now deaf to ocean’s requiem
Remember cloistered elegies
For other half, beyond the seas

-Galwyn

Upright

Off-hand she called me two faced
A caress of double slaps
I hid my sadness at the time
Mutable until relapsed

On penultimate evening
Dualing face to ebon sky
Clashing light in shallow darkness
To die obscure-eyed

I’m who you want to see
Behind the dishonestly
I’ll give you want you’d want of words
If you’d give your words to me

These geminis weep crystal eyes
Pull oily tears of briolette
Being what you’d want to see
But being what you’d never get

I’m two faced,
No doubt about it
Caster of shadows,
Polling of lux
If I could be the light you find
You’d maybe see the face behind

-Galwyn

Heir to a Heart

Strength where it matters
Strength where it counts
Follicle fallacy inverts the amount

Another pixie land tyrade
Never landing with dust
Growing up but not out
Framing face I can trust

That pining Delilah
Pruned and prejudice plucked
When she whispered my name
I was weakened enough

Repairing the puzzle
From an emerald tower
It stems from the longing
Of a long stemming flower

Let down your parents
Do whatever you’d do
You’ve the power for me
So I’d have it for you

Strength where it matters
Strength where it counts
From the heir to a heart hangs the perfect amount

-Galwyn

Muffle

Rather muffle this sorrow
Through the hush of a kiss
Behind eyes closed where the sympathy lingers
But in truth, I’m alone
And far from the silence
That would settle my mind and not bleed through the fingers

So I mumble my woes
Lying fictions quixotic
There were no lips held closed
And no visions exotic
Bleed through the fingers
Which can’t muffle the sorrow
But these dishonest hopes
May just see me tomorrow

-Galwyn

Face Within the Grains

Face within the grains
Yond softest dunes
Where we might meet
Freckles of wet footprints
Gusting smooth upon her speech

The countless rough and jagged things
Made silken by the waves
Small and ever numerous
A satin caltops stage

Face within the grains
Yond umber seas
Where we might meet
Emerald seafoam dons the block
With stacking needles falling sweet

The countless rough and jagged things
Of coniferous sheet
Clinging to the mount below
With timid cervine sleep

Face within the grains
Yond crystal sleeves
Where we might meet
In temporal mitosis
No far apart, yet incomplete

The countless rough and jagged things
Made ashen with the wait
A gilded cell of falling sands
With alternating fate

You’re the face within the grains
Made rough, and clear, and understanded
Landing there in standing pillars
Holding loft the sand so stranded

And in each grain which slides across us
The countless rough and jagged things
I’ll catch you where I once was empty
Till fickle time reverses things

-Galwyn

Gazes

Can I be when I’m not needed
Or cannot be when need has ceased?
The things that keep me up at night
Assure me that there’s me beneath

Beneath the stars of million gazes
The scars that mark my every piece
Drawn and quartered as I’m depicted
Yet within the lines I’m not restricted

Beneath the guise of many faces
The feeling hides just out of reach
To anyone who find a purpose
To hear my words, but not the speech

If I could please each looming star
Unknowing which ones’ light have faded
So far away with glance translated
Minutes, months, and years, I’ve waited

But while I sate each gazing star
Which graze upon identity
Not bound to light or constellation
Not bound to distant explanation

And in the morning I’m the sun
While distant stars all disappear
I hear my own voice loud and clear
With daydreams lasting, ever near

-Galwyn

Neverending

The same rain falls from different clouds
Filtering through you and me
Precipitating in this cycle
All flows through all,
neverending

These particles beneath my skin
Belong to every rain felt prior
Every body turned to ash
Every grey rain rose from pyres

And when death comes we’ll be alone
For the first and final instance
For evermore we’ll cycle through
Never ending persistence

Your breath will breathe through every tree
And everyone to pass them by
Your sway will move through every sea
And in each vessel of the sky

We rained from those who came before
From accumulated nimbus
We reign from all that comes henceforth
With everything within us

The same rain falls from different clouds
Filtering through you and me
Precipitating in this cycle
All flows through all,
neverending

-Galwyn

Blackjack

Fickle cards fall
Not where you want, but where you are
Regal adolescence
Slinking mischievous afar

You could lose you favorite card
In the deck or in the dark
But it always finds its way back home
Before the game can start

Schrodinger’s wilds
That suburban prince
One day he went out
And we haven’t seen since

I miss his smug saunter
And his face-up headbutts
Though he wasn’t around
We know he loved us

A little black clover
A roulette of three sevens
Little black pawprints
Bust their way into heaven

Sleep softly prince blackjack
Beneath skies where you’re free
You never went missing
Just where you’re meant to be

-Galwyn

I miss you, Jack

Heartbreak and Broken Things

Heartbreak and broken things
It took being drawn to it
To see the full picture
Thinking you could break the glass
To somehow see it clearer

The curtains lay forgotten
when they’re standing still
But song lingers in the silence
The synthetic sounded real

This predisposition
Primordial position
Kiss first light with your face to the sky
Eyes dilate at birth,
and rise when we die

Rest now in peaces,
from nothing,
and elsewhere
Broken wings
Lonesome to the empty air
I feel I knew
The bird once flew
For it to be marooned there

The grass is soft and many
The earth clings so faithfully
But heartbreak and broken things
Call us to where we need to be

-Galwyn

Pour One Out

Olive fatigue
Bitter but laden
With spirit embraced by the tonic

A salted red iris
Peerless and heartless
With simmering cling of the chronic

Short in hair, long in tooth
Kissing toxic, and smooth
But those lips never meet through the crystal

You’re a gin, I’m vermouth,
Grant me absentee truths
For each tap is a shot from a pistol

-Galwyn

Silver Lining

And in the dark I could not see
Beyond the gleam of eyes liquescent
A kiss unseen but clinging pleasent
Lingers there so omnipresent

For what else could the dark desire
Beyond these subtle few reflections
As moonlight flows from your expressions
Stars converging to your face

And as sun rises, the stars will fall
Hazel speckles cling to dunes
Molten there through nippy mornings
Smoldering through afternoons

The eventide turns clementine
Your constellations rise again
In violet hues loft graphite stratus
The stars arrive bedewed

The final glance of silver lining
Waning into platinum arcs
The final glimmers may depart
But roaming stardust never parts

-Galwyn

Miracles

Life is just a sentence
Born of prior punctuation
And ending in an ellipsis
Not a point of exclamation

Yet we find miracles within our stint
Silver membrane of the cell
So hopeful are these parts of heaven
That we make no time for hell

That moment’s hope,
That fleeting smile,
These miracles we seldom feel
Yet in their true infreqency
The lack of either makes them real

Accept the serendipity
And hyphenate your statement
It might not be the most verbose
But a loving line is patient

-Galwyn

Molar

You’re the canine in my molar
Nestle in or pierce the root
Grit or grin that crooked smile
Polished alabaster sooths

Clenching cheeks and pinching lips
You paint from palate to the roof
Stick to face and balm the wounds
Of words serrated drawing smooth

And pursing with metallic taste
To solder empty space
You glisten from a morning yawn
That shimmers in your face

-Galwyn

Bright Idea

The brightest ideas tapped inside
Bulbs which hum opaque
The only evidence are burns
Or if onyx shell should break

The filaments so empty
In most vacuous of space
Two flickering glints of static
In the expression that I’d face

So why are we still doing this?
Asked the chicken and the egg
Is the fixture better left intact
Or is it best to break?

-Galwyn

Minerva

You’re my first and bottom line
My floating preposition
Before my each and every word
You pre- and transfix my ambition

You’re my muse of scattered comment
Aflight from long, and lengthy, sentence
And as your feathers brush my face
Cluched in your clause, yet independant

It seems you only fly at dusk
Punctual, there at the end.
…but I’m eclipsed within your inkwell
And the scars wherein you penned

-Galwyn