How sweet it is that she gives me her love
and sends me home so full of peace.
Here to be with my books and poems,
secure and loved against the night
and that awesome emptiness
that can destroy our serenity.
Her face in my mind so close
her hands and skin and words...
...the evening air caresses me
as I ride thru all the years
of these poems.
gallagher
7 august 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —