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, ...
I wake to the morning light
and see her lying next to me
in the quietude of dreamy silence.
I reach to feel the smoothness of her femininity,
to touch her softness…
perhaps to bring into a semblance of reality