So cold...

Would that the warmth of my thoughts be strong enough to warm my hands.

The light of a distant lantern flickers across the snow covered fields.

They are desolate in their beauty, and beackon to me...

Oh for a candle that burns so bright

Giving warmth, comfort and light

And as the wind sways the trees

It calls me forth and ( Read more... )

All Poetry is moving back the the 'writing site' as I'm in the middle of trying to get the poetry book together and would prefer to keep things seperate.

My more offiicial site is: galenskye

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Oh but the purple hues of sunset ( Read more... )

You see me with the tips of your fingers.

With my voice, my words
I paint the world in colours
You scarcely recall.
Each phrase feeds your imagination
Adding verbal texture to the unknown.

Yet, after your touch, such words seem inadequate.
You see me
As others before never did
Perhaps, though
They never really opened their eyes,
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For me

There is no sound
Your tender voice bounces off
Vacant walls of crumbling plaster
An empty canvas where paint never sticks

Your eyes tell me
Things I need to ‘hear’
Soul’s windows, reflections of life
Love
Despair and Delight
Weaving the threads of the world into
An intricate tapestry

For me
There is a timbre
To the ( Read more... )