Archive for 1977

1977-11-06

Sunday, November 6th, 1977

            Conjunction, for weeks growing
            and I could suddenly scream from the press of it
            washed clean of all I called mundane
            pilgrim to a madness I cannot name
            I'm here and growing
            wash me life, with your joy and pain
            and leave me stumbling, dumb,
            if you must, once again.

                                 gallagher
                                 6 Nov 77

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1977-11-12 To the tune of

Saturday, November 12th, 1977
                                            To the tune of
                                            Stevie Wonder's
                                            "Always"

                       On ending

         Its ending now, the story of those years,
         the love we shared, the laughter and the tears.
         I feel it down inside me, the rising of my fears,
         I've got to make a stand now, against my heart and tears.

         So easily said, but when my sanities undressed
         and all my insides crying out for her caress
         then all the hours of the evening come to press
         then, the telephone won't ring or ever give me rest.

         I'm torn...I'm torn upon her love
         my heart lies open and I cannot stem the flow
         I've got to make a stand against my heart and go.
         I've got to learn to live without the loving glow
         of her mind and her time, ...I've got to go.

                                 gallagher
                                 12 Nov 77

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1977-12-18

Sunday, December 18th, 1977

         Turning hard on these turning points,
           my life and yours
           are bound by so many threads.

         The morning light on your face
           the curve of your back
           my memories of your love.

         I hold you to chase away that hole
           in my stomach, but it just won't go
           because you're no longer mine.

         You can only hold me
           and whisper that your sorry for the hurt
           and I hold you closer for something that's gone.

         A flood of feelings at these turning points
           awash in the light of my new life
           I sit confused and searching
         Through these snapshot memories
           and Fellini futures....

                                 gallagher
                                 18 Dec 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —