Charlie Galan Poems

We shared the same garden,
Before the fall of Angels
And the end of Eden.
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Shine


Perishing love
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Be the last
Face I see
Before taking leave
Of this failing fragile vessel.
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Some summer memories
Are forever covered with warm gold,
Illuminated from within
With an intense light that cannot be held.
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Fog horns moan
Amid the boats bobbing in Departure Bay,
Sounding, beckoning, warning,
Those listening to the inner harbour air.
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Who will care
For wounded Angels?
Who will mend
Their broken wings?
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My Guarding Angel’s kiss
Is a sweet perfect sweet mist
Of honey
Hard liquor
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I never knew

How bitter
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