Archive for the ‘1985’ Category

1985-02-12

Tuesday, February 12th, 1985
            Letters wing their way to me,
              caresses on paper, friends in words.
            The warmth is there
              even as the weeks and months roll by.
            My mother, friend, lover,
              is imperishably and gently expressed.
            Like a hand that caresses
              or a look that tells.
            How good it is we remember...
              and how good it is
                 that 'we' survive.
                                 gallagher
                                 12 feb 85
            - upon receipt of Janice's letter.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-02-13

Wednesday, February 13th, 1985

She works hard here in America
raising her boy between shifts.
The French songs take her back;
she lies on the floor and goes 15 years…

Paris in the summer of her 17th year.
Songs and music and magic,
passion in the air
as rich as the voices in this music.

A woman of 35 now with that same passion
lies transported with memories
and me, I can see that girl in this woman;
I feel her there and here.

She’s across those years now, away from me
but I’m glad to catch her anywhere.

gallagher
13 Feb 1985

– at Lise’s

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1985-02-13

Wednesday, February 13th, 1985

Lise…
The thought of her
is becoming magic.

Her eyes and skin
and spirit begin to pull at me
with an anticipation
born of love.

Smiles now burn at the thought of her
and the feeling inside
when she looks at me
is such a deep echo.

gallagher
13 Feb 1985

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —