Archive for 1977

1977-08-31

Wednesday, August 31st, 1977

        Ah, I'm walking in a dream;
           the silent shadow of my own long scream.
         Pain and hurt mingle and I seem
           to be in an empty and full,
         at the same time, dream.

         I want to call out or talk to someone, but who?
           She's pulled away, my strength and security, she,
         for reasons I understand no better than my own
         The things she wants, I don't
           But, without her I want nothing.
         Have I come here against so soon?

                                 gallagher
                                 31 Aug 77

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1977-09-28 read to the cadence of

Wednesday, September 28th, 1977
                                            to the cadence of
                                            Paul Simon's
                                            "I do it for your love"

         We were young, she was just a teen
         we fell in love in some distant dream.
         I remember the hours then
         full of love of a younger ken.
         Tumbled dreams of another day
         houses where we lived, the things we'd say,
         all gone down in the endless play.
         I do recall her love.

         The years we had now seemed so smooth
         but memories always seem to lose
         the edge of what really happened then
         when we learned to love and we had to bend.

         But people never really lose themselves
         The benders bend and abuse themselves
         and at some point we have to choose ourselves.
         I do recall her love.

         We were young, she was just a teen
         I remember her, my distant dream.
         She loved me then when love was all
         and I never felt I could ever fall.

         But through the years the bitter lines
         formed where love, ...her love met mine
         and she came to see I was not her dream
         and all our years were not as they seemed
         and I remember all I've lost.

         Her dreams have woken, our stars uncrossed
         but if I ever get the chance again
         then I'd fall in love and start again.
                                 gallagher
                                 28 September 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1977-10-02

Sunday, October 2nd, 1977

         ever lasting conjunction
         we walk through each other and melt
         into the next moment
         we wait, on the move,
         form ourselves and change
         all in anticipation
         that something will come of it
         the weeks and months and years
         are the backdrop to this now
         which we ever wait for
         surely there must be more ....
         Godot once told me this story
         but I had lent my ear to Gautama
         who was giving away poses
         to pass the waiting, with a smile.

                           gallagher
                           10-02-77

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —