Saturday, February 14

'Til We're 70

"Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran

When your legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?

And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am

So honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are

When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don't remember my name
When my hands don't play the strings the same way
I know you will still love me the same

'Cause honey your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen
And, baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory
I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it's all part of a plan
Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes

Hoping that you'll understand

Monday, January 19

Simple to Sophisticate


Although the hourglass is in constant rotation,
Dialogue transpires periodically

Conversations of superficial concern voice conditioned interrogation
Still what remains are you and me

Where are the endearments of love and affection?

The display of security from within?

My gratefulness cannot be measured with slight vocal confirmation
Nor can it be proclaimed with an eccentric din

Indeed, our hearts will keep time with spiritual fervor
As I remind you of this:

Our experiences can only get better
As you will forever be my beloved First Kiss

No other can take your place
For we are a perfect fit

Nor can a place ever replace

That night your lips and mine hit.

By Chelsea (Belardo) Galusky, 2005

Monday, January 5

Early Monday Class

(Inspired by the unspoken "10 minute rule” in college)      

We are conditioned to sit
Ready to look attentive in listening
Hurriedly skimming over the assigned reading
Texts, notebooks, and utensils for writing…
Whew, another week is about to hit

Someone breaks the silence
Tales of the weekend transpire
Failed attempts to study are shared through the wire
Competition starts for “The Procrastination Liar”…
Wait, is the professor in presence?

I introduce a hope that lives:
What if the instructor cancelled class?
A better day would come to pass
The assignment can join the other unfinished mass
We agonize each time the door gives

Oh glorious happy day!
Let’s sign-in and leave
I now can go back to sleep
We have time, a break, we’re free…
What a joy to start today

Bliss receives a dent
Could you not wait another minute?
This arrival cannot be Heaven sent
Why have we been taught to relent?
This is cruel and unusual punishment.

By Chelsea (Belardo) Galusky, 2003