Archive for March, 1981


Saturday, March 28th, 1981

I’d like to write of love
but I don’t know what to say.
The feelings run so deep
my words cannot convey.

Drink of it the fullest draught
these moment’s press the heart.

Outlined against the measured play
of certain clocks, entropic clay
the light that burns from love’s release
is the light that gives our hope belief.

28 Mar 1981
after seeing ‘The Jazz Singer’
with Rose in San Diego

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —