I loved her with the whole of my heart
All that I could give her
I miss her with the hole in my heart
Never to forget her
I lost the most important thing
That I could ever grasp
And now I croon incessantly
Still injured by the past
I loved her with all that I had left
My twilit hope has ended
With final breath being her name
Mortality expended
-Galwyn
As paper flaps elope
And rosy purfume lingers
I seal closed the envelope
Betwixt nostalgic fingers
The binding coalescing
Flavor still upon my tongue
The bittersweet addressing
Knowing that note is done
And in some time it slips away
Ravor thin upon the shelf
But I found it once again today
And I couldn’t help myself
But the scent or roses wasn’t there
Only wrinkled plumes and rot
The honest price of memories
Which should have been forgot
I see now why it wasn’t sent
I couldn’t quite impose it
After opening a fragile heart
It’s much harder to close it
-Galwyn
She was young
And I was too
So young once,
That now all I recall is the good
But better to dwell on that,
And on her
She was pretty,
Not sensuous,
Or any other velutinous stem
From the soft stalk of beauty
One head crowned with suggestive tulips
But hers was a sunflower
Broad and vigilant
Confident but humble
I recall the things that made me care
The time she spent with me
The attention she gave
And in a few instances-
The kindness she spoke to me
For we were young and silent
Unaccustomed to words
Better off with laughing and playing
Never saying the things we felt
And never missing them,
Until we could speak their names
-Galwyn
Caught her like a falling star
Worn so very small
Broken up by memories
And bygone lover’s call
But do not cry, dear little star
Perhaps it’s time to fall
So you can rise up on your own
And shine strongest of all
Yet now my eyes cannot meet yours
The flames too bright and distant
And as you shimmer there above
My heart grows more insistent
Up in the sky, your brilliant face
Enlightened and consistent
My foolish body burns away
My longing too persistent
I fell for you, and now I rise
Once withered by the rays
Finding now, my surest home
Here, furthest from your gaze
My pale bones, not right for you
Are scattered through the sky
Between the void of shining lights
Unseen by naked eye
You lighted me when I was dark
My cold reflective face
Yet there’s no need to wait for you
We each prefer our space
But constellations come and go
With darkness calling soon
So should you ever flicker out
I’d always be your moon
-Galwyn
Felt alone
Cause I thought I should
Told to feel this way
Incomplete without a love
Sold to me each day
Yet what I want is not a tide
I won’t succumb to waves
And when I find just what I need
It wouldn’t pull away
Felt alone
But not afraid
Despite what I was told
Not falling for the sterling trends
I’m waiting for the gold
-Galwyn
Wound frail aorta
Pulse far from ataractic
Emphatic, my loveless anorexia
Pathetic, my soundless aphasia
Rend this troubled mind from better times
An imposition unwanted
Participation without consent
Never there, yet omnipresent
Euthanize me with a dream
Humanize this ghastly scheme
Banshees wail, spectors stay
Spectate the funerals, the song’s decay
Aortic valve, this organ’s scream
Shrieking pipes emphasizing
Wound frail aorta
Sort of a spring
With clock run silent, never to sing
-Galwyn
Your thrice melted steel
Stole my breath in the night
Not a scream,
But a gasp
Not a sound,
But a sight
Blood of red,
Eyes of green
Falling snow,
Pale white
With breastplate unfastened
And shoulders made light
Eyes of red,
Blood unseen
Pale snow,
Falling white
With heartbreak thrice fashioned
Fitting end for a knight
-Galwyn
Rich but not sweet
Silver spoons only bore
card castle houses
and suicide doors
Folding chairs,
gilded ropes,
diamonds covered up with spades
Kings and queens, faceless
shuffling directionless parades
Going to war
with suits and clubs
laminated hearts in tow
As so above, as such below
to find a place where wealth can’t go
But they have played right into hands
To be shuffled, split, and made unknown
All for plastic castles never owned
and silver spoons which never shone
-Galwyn
My headache is splitting
Fill the valley with your touch
Bind my hemispheres closer
Art and science in your clutch
My heartache is swelling
Pierce my soul and let it run
If you find me compelling
You’ll find it’s all after I’m done
To diagnose the way it is
Doesn’t deliver the cure
While I write and I wallow
I’m no closer to her
A tough pill to swallow
But the truth has to hurt
For sickness is painful
And from knowledge comes the curse
-Galwyn
Sir Galwyn Poetry 