I’m drifting, walking, thinking
and then I remember you
and such a feeling fills me
that I want to run and hold you
so I can share this joy.
We’ve started a fire here
where we dance beneath the moon
under these, the ripped and passing clouds,
and we dare the flames to touch the sky.
My heart aches that love could have found me
so long jaded with stale dreams,
and compromise.
But now this love burns with an abandon
both timeless and transient.
Here, eyes look at me like I never thought
to see in this life.
Here I love … here, I am.
gallagher
7 august 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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