We are a flicker of a moment
Caught between the palpitations of the universe
Stardust spread the bounds of the boundless
And condensing to another blast
Relentless
Steadfast
Slower than eternity
Yet withering all the same
Will the cycle be unbroken
None’s to say
And what are we-
A moment in expansion of the pulse
Two vertical timelines upon a cosmic horizon
So close they’d seem as one
So close we’d seem as one
In that flicker of a moment,
of a pulse, on a breath
In the breadthless
We were seldom seen or heard
An untended tree falls deathless
But if we’re born of nothing
To no unmet expectation
Then everything we feel here is exceptional exception
By the time we see the pattern
The pulse rings out again
Hopeful
Ghosts At Night
You glisten there above me
Yet are gone from the sky
For the message is lightyears away from my eye
You’re still here in perception
Blurring lines between life
A ghost in the night; as I stare, you’re alive
So then what of the darkness
That exists between stars
It may seem like it’s empty yet the light travels far
Is there life before light
Just as light after death?
Endless sea of potential
With the ghost light bereft
Heather Nights
It was first her heart I heard as she
drew me down the heather valley next
upon the soothing vales found me
there within the blue of moonlight
In pale lagoon of tension twice broken
of willow trees and mismatched leaves
Her riven lips and raven hair and
bedewed eyes left closed between
Interlace the emerald furrows and
conjugate the space apart
Each loving word and lulling lean which nestles in my shoulder
And thereupon the spring we shared
below willow tree and falling leaves
Chirping frogs delineate each heather night you shared with me
Creed
Never had the tongue for creed
And never had the tune for choir
Never had a reason to need
What my soul never sought to require
Though in this exception
There’s one faithful perception
Which is yet to succumb to the real
And I know it sounds pious
But I find that there’s heaven
In the way that you’ve made me to feel
Cross my palms before they dry
Silver alms fall from my eyes
Not of fear for the divine
But of wishing you goodbye
-Galwyn
Wellspring
I find her in the wellspring
As we find it each together
Across, but never far apart
Midst vaperous wreath of heather
The parting of the trees so slight
That only song permits
The wind and willows melody,
That which mutters from Her lips
Spring to me
Abscond the woes
Which pin us to our pining place
Wellness is a fickle thing
Bereft of time or place
But if you wander close to lost
And loss encloses you
Your misty eyes remind the place
Where we can be a part as two
-Galwyn
District Rain
Streets like canine noses
Afternoon rain subsides
Chilled particles dance upon the wind
While music plays inside
The city never sleeps,
They say,
It sits and sings the blues
Without the sun,
Without the moon,
We sway in foggy streetlight hues
With golden rays upon the street
Glisten green and red
As passing cars glide down below
And steel birds, overhead
In gleaming mire of wake-ing tire
The streams of beige concrete
This hazy rain can soothe your pain
Through ambiance, replete
-Galwyn
Should We Dream
What we lack in in intrinsic, we make up for in dreams
The shapeless form which binds us both
Are you in love with it, or in love with me?
Or is this perhaps another dream?
When we’re different heights, yet walk the same
Is there some broken clock which slows the pace?
So who walks slow, or who walks fast?
Or perhaps we walk within a dream?
If beauty rests in the beholder
Am I still here when you can’t see?
When you look, will I awake,
from unsurrendered dream?
Am I the figment, or maybe you?
Plucked from sleeping scheme by perception?
Do any questions make it true?
Are our dreams the death, or conception?
-Galwyn
Where Love Runs
My loneliness my onus
The price of love
Paid in advance
Or perhaps a sunk cost
Coins strewn to a graveyard
Pressed to my blind eyes
My penance is my faith
A child in the desert
Wandering more than 40 days
With no oasis
No spell or hymn
To end this dry spell
I’ve never dipped my feet
Or tried to wash my hands
In filthy bargain waters
They may flow through many
But that only thickens it
Congealed with salivation
I want to go where love runs pure
It runs both warm and crisp
It runs between a kiss
Balmy
Never startling
Unflinching
A well to drown myself in
But never die
The surface above me ripples
As I watch then sun rise and fall
Through a dancing kaleidoscope
Embraced by her up to my neck
Her love evaporates
Into the tranquil air I breathe
The precipitation above patters down
And runs its fingers through my hair
Thunder and lightning
Her heart was never domestic
A deafening pulse
To galvanize my own
Yet when the storm passes
All that is left is perspiration on my skin
Foggy and calm
Like the grass in the dawn
-Galwyn
Invested
Interested investment
But it’s more of a gamble
Why is it that lose the time
When we ought to have it all?
We pay the price of rattled frame
From harboring a typhoon
A swirling storm beneath our skin
A churning tide within our hearts
Bottled lightning
That golden fufilling mint
How I’d pay, to never lose
The glass heats and gods does it burn
The overwhelming sensation
Of holding you beaming
Each pulse that rang through me
For that time
Each pulse was for you
Paid in blood and paid in full
Blushing fits and roaming kiss
A terminal sickness
Just to feel my love for you
An investment thread
Of arm-wrapped vestments
But it was more of a gamble
Left with less of you
And now in the absence – this abscess
I can’t repay, repair, or repave
All I have are the symptoms
And the exceeding withdrawal
I invested with everything
Yet gambled it all
-Galwyn
Universe
There’s a reason we look to the stars above
To show us the places that we could be
A trillion white shells in an endless sea
And to shorten the distance between you and me
Like the smirk that flickers to your face
An explosion held in subtle glint
Gone before I’d ever see
Long since dead, yet still present
So sweet the darkness inbetween
That sweeps the dust of yesterday
Years gone by without a day
Averse to the distance of you and I
A verse for the distance of u and e
-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
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
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
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
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
Glance
She rolls and parts one eye to me
From shared pillow,
We coexist
Smirking lashes lie unmet
And for a moment
They persist
If I had opened mine by chance
My dawning love
I would insist
But love was there in crescent glance
And it was felt
Though it was missed
There wasn’t need to say a word
Just musing glimpse
So soft and swift
And as she settles back to sleep
Who needs for dreams
While she exists?
-Galwyn
Once in a While
Once in a while
When something lovely stays your view
Two steps from falter,
and one step back
To appreciate something beloved
Or something so very new
Once in a while
On an incidental spark of bliss
Little zap from my finger,
With sensation that lingers
Cobalt light from the dark
That once I had missed
Once in a while
When something soothing speaks to you
Out of tears which don’t sting,
From the silence it sings
I don’t recognize the words
But I know that they’re true
And once in a while
When something lovely stays your view
I’m two steps from falter-
But only one away from you.
Crooning cobalt flickers
While the soothing sunrise stays
With you, once in a while
Could mean every single day
-Galwyn
Ragging
Preened so clean by love-me-nots
And nocturnal intentions
Fruitless in all frugal spots
And limp in all dimensions
Stemed from shallow rooted woes
And hoes that cut too deep
You could surely rise above
While lesser flowers sleep
But morning sun relays the fact
Of where you laid your seed
You weren’t a flower all along
Just an execrable weed
-Galwyn
Fetching
Soars aloft and free of fletching
Couldn’t wager feelings catching
Nimble as her figure flies
Piercing nimbi from the sky
With tensile limbs and limber timber
Indent my I and let it linger
That gasp before the words I’d write
In pale corpus left to right
Not hard to miss when standing still
By Artemis, moonstricken ill
Amounting pining needles clatter
Mounting forth the moonlit patter
Intentions that a heart would infer
Pretenses plucked from scattered tinder
Let loose with knotted tendency
To knothole carved out tenderly
Soars aloft and free of fletching
I raise my hands in hopes of catching
A nimble figure’s intervention
‘Tween fingers, ribs, and apprehension
Itching with the jasper etching
The kind of face to find me fetching
-Galwyn
Eulogy
A perfect form
That which glowed like a brilliant comet
Passing over our heads
Bringing light to our eyes
Bathing us in warmth
Her astral body embracing us
Powdering our worn skin with stardust
So that we might glisten like her
Her eyes, deep green with a bright center
Like a deep emerald lagoon
The moon nestled within its halcyon surface
Her lips like a heavenly gate
Releasing words of beauty into my unbefitting world
Even while closed, ataractic humming
A promise of the bewitching thoughts she would soon share with me
But these embracing tones have left me
Her visage lies stoic
Robbed of her smile
Ever beautiful, but incomplete
She can’t return
Though, I never deserved her in the first place
This crossing of fate
A brilliant comet and a fading black star
One being insatiable for her light
And being given it unconditionally
I can’t go to her
I am undeserving of what she is
Our time on earth was enough
And the light has moved on with her
I give her my hope
Planted by her in salted earth
It grew all the same
I give her my voice
Words and languages
Impotent to explain her loveliness
I give her the warmth from my chest
She prodded the embers
And built a fire
Burning away the dark ichor inside
And I give her my love
Memories of each moment
Songs sung
Hands held
Beds shared
Tears shed
Never of pain
Not with her
I’m not much more than a shell now
Once filled with rot
Then with light
And now with nothing
-Galwyn
Sir Galwyn Poetry 