Got dreams so soft … they run and carry me
women, love, time, cities, writing, …
the sound of the rushing wind in the trees
the moonlight on a dirt road at night
the magic of a woman’s deep eyes glimpsed
These dreams carry me
I lay my pen to paper to draw the beams
and lay the timbers of my life
this body, these years, given me ….
Gallagher
13 Nov 86
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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