1978-09-03

      Sensuous sister of mine,
         how I wish you'd flown with me.
      Now that the evenings come winding down,
         I think of what I could've shown you
            if you'd have trusted me.

      Steppenwolf's dream is not so far away
         as eight hours and an open mind.

      Senses open to a wind so fine
         you'd think that your soul is going to
            burn up in the fire.

      Its so easy then ... you just let go ...
         but I, whispering from here and you there,
            how will you ever know?

      You've given me your time and love
         again and again until sunrise
      but we've never journeyed half so far
         as we could have here.

      I'm not going to steal your soul
         but I'll show you mine
            in a light  you've never seen
               my sweet sister.

                     gallagher
                     09-03-78 - poem to kathy a.
                                written at the end of
                                an acid trip I'd wanted
                                her to join me on
                     long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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