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, ...
There Will Come A Time
She'll never see these blooms again;
One last summer before she goes away.
We'll never walk this way again;
Down the drive or in the flowered yard
To admire the plantings of past repaid.
She'll not watch the seasons change again,
When leaves are down and lawns are brown;