Poems from Galiantefforts
I am just me, whatever you assume that to be. I was grown out of the Cascade mountains, nurtured with the salty Pacific air.
I am a student, a sister, a photographer, and a human being.
I am a crow-- a watcher of people and a listener to the wind.
I am whatever you percieve meto be.
When a child dies,
who is left so wise
as those surviving youth?
Within souls of stone
we all but condone
a deeper death of them all.
I am ancient hopes,
I am fragile dreams,
I am the stony, hardened tears
of a soul with too many years,
in a journal with degraded seams...
You may be dressed in a most elegant shade,
But I know it is merely a facade
because I behold intelligence in your eyes.
I want to dream.
Purple skies, fireflies
with lights like stars
up in that lavender sky.
With too much light to disguise
shadows and...
This is to those roots which plant
her firmly on the ground,
and to those ugly, harsh, and wild
feet which make no sound
as you carried...