SamadhiMuse

      Confusion and moods,
      like smoke across these hours and days.
      The faces of these women.
      I am torn by love and joy.
      I wander through my mind
      playing scenarios of 1, 2, and 3.
      Visions of loss, missed opportunities,
      terrible hurts and fear.
      The clarity of seeing them,
      their mother’s love, their compassions.
      I watch like a spectator
      in my life
      weaving these days and months
      into questions I’ve never known before.
      I want both…I have both,
      and yet the months draw on.
      On to my self imposed departure
      out of my new world
      of love and light and compassion.
                     gallagher
                     20 september 85
                     – Lise and Rose

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

              Carrying the garbage out at midnight
            Small candles are we
              small votive offerings against the implacable night
            and, if we are alone,
              our flame illuminates nothing
                 but that which is death
            for this world, and the things in it,
              is made of death
            and it waits for us
              as we burn
                  with infinite patience
            but, where we’ve come together,
              we storm against the shadows
            and in our burning
              give our small light
                 for love
            and how we burn
              and what we give
            against the night
              is all
                 we are.
                              gallagher
                              24 september 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —