SamadhiMuse

            Softly … come softly … come the rain
              in grays and blues.
              The winter’s wind, the closed out sky.
            I’m here … waiting … for the rain,
              I’ve been here for years
              waiting for this season to wash me clean.
            Somewhere … beyond the rain
              lies Leningrad and Mexico City,
              Vancouver and Australia.
            Time to let the rain wash me away
              from these people and places
              that tie me down in a changing world.
            I want to be a Buddha or a Saint
              or a madman … I want to be something
              no more waiting and rusting in the rain.
            Such faces and turmoil …
              cultures and insights
              wait for me … alone.
                                 gallagher
                                 2 Jan 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                  The way a guy attacks his worklist
                    shows if he’s work
                    or pleasure oriented.
                                 gallagher
                                 12 Jan 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                        It whispers around
                        that scary sound
                        of being alone
                        but when it does
                        I think of Rose
                        and I hope it goes
                        there’s nothing out here/there
                        but the clothes we wear
                        and that silent sound.
                                    gallagher
                                    12 Jan 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —