Cast in confusion, the afternoon’s illusion
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
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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