Where’s a moment that I can say’s not ours
that I might run free of love.
To feel the sun, all mine again.
To be in love with life.
Lord, I care for you,
and, yes, even love you
but its not enough anymore.
Its just not enough if it becomes a limit.
Outside my front door and your love
lies the rest of the world
and I can hear it calling to me.
What’s there in houses and bills to compare
with the shock of these last months;
the lovers, the pain, and the poetry
and…most of all, you and I finding our ways.
Love’s no better than a house
if it hides you from something
instead of giving you rest before you go out again
to press life to you
as if it were the most important thing….
gallagher
apr 10, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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