SamadhiMuse

                Oh, what dancing arabic eyes speak to me now?
                  as dark as the crusades and balustrades and minarets
                high noon over Mecca and Mohammed’s’s sandal
                  they echo here to me in these Lebanese eyes…
                                        04-29-80

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                I pound on the walls that bind me here
                  but they never lessen
                my Age, Death, Insight …
                  the incandescent realizations of chances lost,
                    of the permanence of change,
                  they come and dance to me
                    when I stare in the mirror
                ever step is more fraught with irrevocability
                  as I go forward
                because I have so much more to lose
                  its always less the open slate now
                and more the written Word … the patterns born,
                  and crucified, and calcified,
                    and finally … owned.
                And though I pound on my walls
                  and drink the wine of these thoughts
                    into the depths of night…
                  it is.
                                        04-29-80/2

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —