Cast in confusion, the afternoon’s illusion— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
gives way to the rest of my days
small window in time, this hour and rhythm
how easily lost our our lives
Kathy and Rose and Nichols…how it grows
the afternoon sun warmed over all
but its an empty gut feel
its too thin or too real
and the afternoon cries at my eyes
Come clearer my life, let me see let me feel
I need something to hold that is real
flesh is weak, hearts are frail
work’s a trap…ego’s jail
and I’m left with nothing but old Sol
The bench was warm, the sun felt good
I’d wanted love but our hearts were wood
I thought I’d swore
I’d never need anyone
The afternoon won’t relent (recant)
work waits inside though passion’s spent
but Sol has the answer to my tears,
let me lie ‘beneath your hand
press the earth…motherland
and let it all, let it all, fade away….
gallagher
8 may 78
Archive for May, 1978
1978-05-08
Monday, May 8th, 19781978-05-10 Mothers day – to Rose on parting
Wednesday, May 10th, 1978Mother’s day – to Rose on parting— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Its all different, you got your life, I’ve got mine
we’ve been together a long time
I can’t claim to understand how
the years have come to wash us away.
You’ve got your feelings and I’ve got mine
I loved you, Baby, and it sure was fine
and nothing coming, nothing but death
can wash this from my mind
But these turning tides of our lives are running
it brings pain and concern for our son and
every moment’s another one gone
and I feel it all slipping away.
You’ll take you lovers and you’ll find your way
and your hidden dreams will find the light of day
and we’ll never know all the reasons
that our love…turned out this way.
So I’m going to leave, and remember your face
and all the years of love, on my heart you traced
it makes me want to cry to think
that you might think it all a waste
The full moon of our new life’s rising
and we’re bound to part on this future horizon
so go, my love, … go
and remember me, … when you can.
gallagher
10 may, 78
1978-05-10
Wednesday, May 10th, 1978The evening come to me bitter— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
like the taste of hate on the vine
and all the things she said she’d do to them
I’ve all into her fate these same things intwined
hate is so wrong…it dies in your mind.
gallagher
10 may, 78