Sensuous sister of mine,
how I wish you'd flown with me.
Now that the evenings come winding down,
I think of what I could've shown you
if you'd have trusted me.
Steppenwolf's dream is not so far away
as eight hours and an open mind.
Senses open to a wind so fine
you'd think that your soul is going to
burn up in the fire.
Its so easy then ... you just let go ...
but I, whispering from here and you there,
how will you ever know?
You've given me your time and love
again and again until sunrise
but we've never journeyed half so far
as we could have here.
I'm not going to steal your soul
but I'll show you mine
in a light you've never seen
my sweet sister.
gallagher
09-03-78 - poem to kathy a.
written at the end of
an acid trip I'd wanted
her to join me on
long beach
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —