Bill Galvin Poems
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Reflections On A Moon
A bright, clear and cold night…
The near full moon setting low in the winter sky,
Illuminating the bare tree branches;
Casting ghostlike shadows on the snow;
Ghostly arms and fingers stretching around the yard.
At three in the morning
I am looking out the window of an empty room;
An empty room in a lonely house.
A house made quiet with your passing.
A silent moon sets on a quiet night.
A long, soulful and loving relationship…
With many moons, full and not so full,
Passing silently overhead;
Casting mysterious light down to us.
Some seen, ...
Words Cannot Express
A slow turn of her head away from me,
Her eyes gazing at nothing in particular.
She turns back and with a brave face says,
'This may be something really bad.'
'Yes, it may.' I reply.
'It came on so fast. It may get worse real fast.'
'That may be'. I was about to soften my response,
When, tears welling, she whispers haltingly
'I need to talk to you'.