1978-04-14

The morning light came shining in when she arrived

in a white dress she came to breakfast
into a room so filled with light
that the moments felt like music
and the feelings were so clear and bright

she posed before the window
and I caressed her face with light
and shuttered the finer moments
and we smiled at the camera’s plight

these crystal and fire moments
the way the apartment glowed with light
the looks her brown eyes gave me
and the word her smooth hands said

its strange that I’ve come here again
to where love could knock me down
but I don’t care, I just love life
and, for the moment, I can see nothing

but eyes so brown.

gallagher
14 apr 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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