Omega

Human Omega
The last one on Earth
Are they the most important?
The pinnicle one of our time?
The one who survived
Where extinction thrived
The most amazing of persons contrived
Yet the question implied:
When more people arrived
Did the lonely one lose all their legend?
Perhaps this importance
Relies on an absense
Contigent that all else have died

No
Consider the other
That last one is ember
A remnant of blood that has dried
A lonesome brush stroke
Ripped forth from the canvas
With now, no more meaning implied
Perhaps the importance
Is in all of us now?
And it fades as our numbers subside

So what of Omega?
Are they truly the greatest,
Or the sad final note of lost song?
Are they boundless potential
Or that of eventual
Humanity flickering and dying?

-Galwyn

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Dream: Sunset

Amber eyes
And fiery hair
Unexpected,
I found you there
Sitting in an auburn chair
And deep within a dream

I pinch myself upon my heart
For in your gaze, at last it starts
And know we mustn’t be apart
In sunset made for two

Upon your leg I see a scar
And make my gaze not quite so far
Placing ice upon your calf
Compassion drawing forth a laugh

What follows is the swoon of love
Her humor fits like silken glove
And while the water perspirates
I am no more – invertebrate

There was no kiss
No rude caress
Merely a look which might impress
The feeling of my heart’s duress
To stay beyond the scar

Yet,
Amber eyes
And fiery hair
A stranger whom I loved right there
Vanishes with morning air
Sun risen on the dream

-Galwyn

Alike

In mutal friend’s basement
As the fears begin to thin
Sitting across from each other
In seldom light, in somber night
Blue jean knees too scared to touch
Conversing in whisper

Stifled chuckles, honest smirks
So comfortable together
No secrets between friends
Yet, a final question hides from view

The soda can perspirates
And her friendliness emanates
Our shared response
Feels warm and true
I like you
I like you too

-Galwyn

Slow Dance

There’s a dance
Air heavy with teenage emotion
Blushing cheeks and sweaty palms
Ill fitting jackets and buckling ankles
Off-center ties and mother’s makeup
Yet from the center of this nervous sea
Friendly feet shuffle tide to side
In camaraderie

As the night passes
And the old speakers flicker with static
A final song comes on-
A slow song
As the balloons begin to drift downward
Slowly stopping mid-fall
To be suspended above
Like a rainbow sea of chaperones

We found no rhythm in turbulent tones
But in this final song
We find ourselves
Wrapped in neon streamers
Binding us oh so close

The mob around us fades
Those flickering torches
And judgmental faces are muted
If only for a moment
I’m in your arms – and you in mine
Swaying side by side

We are young with bumpy skin
Dry lips pulling closer together
That strawberry shampoo
Mixes with your mother’s perfume
You’re a field of flowers, soft in my arms
Your nervous smile the soothing bloom

I blink to prove this dream is real
That the dream of a lonely heart
Might finally be coming true
But I wake
And find myself without you
As if there was ever a dance
And as if there was ever a one
Who would sway with me
To a song of young hearts and true love

A young man with old regrets
Lies typing in his bed tonight
I’m now too cold to dance
When sweaty palms and open hearts
Were once permitted
Those memories are never to bloom
Though I hear the song every night

So like a balloon
I fall so close to the dream
Which I never woke up to
I plummet past it
And burst
Some nights into tears
And others
Into elastic pieces stretched far too thin
For far too long

-Galwyn

Fresh Air

Fragrance wandering through
Soft and subdued
Perfume of passion
As my heartache secludes
Your words never rude
You smartly exude
That wit and repose –
What I crave to include
My urge for you smolders
Far from reveries lewd
Let me wander beside
While you quell solitude

-Galwyn