Poetry

by
Gary Galleher

The Well

My heart is a well, deeper than thirst...
that waits to be emptied by the bucket at your feet.

Even if in vain...
those rivers flow free.

Blossoms

Love is like a tree...
it's roots deep dark and alone,
it's long limbs reaching out for life,
it's tiny flowers slowly opening...
to kiss the spring breeze.

The Chessman

I , an assassin pawn die,
In fields far off, far cry for you my Queen.

Only one step more, this pawn transformed...
A King.