SamadhiMuse

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

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —