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1986-03-31

Monday, March 31st, 1986 
            I'm going deeper, deeper ...
            Becoming immersed in this newness of Us.
            Each new layer we explore brings us closer,
                 intensifies the tune.
            We reach each other
            in so many ways, on so many levels.
            We meet on mental bridges that span experience
            And share inquires of life and living
            We meet in play and laughter
            that deepens our joy.
            And we meet in passions soft and wild
                 each new embrace building both
                 hunger and pleasure.
                                    Joan
                                    3/31 - 4/1/86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1986-04-02

Wednesday, April 2nd, 1986 

         Doubts, honesties, passions,
           and sometimes deep insecurities
              riddle these moments.
         It’s getting less clear day by day
           who I am and what I want.
         Joan walks here with me,
           a younger trusting spirit
         deep springs of wisdom and feeling
           in her eyes.
         I’m so scarred by so much
           that I’ve seen and done.
         Sometimes, as I hold her, I wonder
           if I’m looking for shelter
              from the storm in her love.
         And I look at her then and think
           that she’s eager to embark
              on life’s journey’s
         while I’ve just stumbled back
           weary and worn.
                           gallagher
                           2 april 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1986-04-25

Friday, April 25th, 1986 

            Like hands across time,
            these moments and books.
            Sometime back then a book was given me:
            ‘Things I meant to say to you when we were old’
            There was a particular feeling in that moment,
            our lives, our love of feelings, our problems
            all permeated that moment
            and then time moved on.
            Now, so many years later, I sit
            in front of my books and see
            hidden there
            one given in love,
            one read in pain,
            small messages half heard then
            and lost in the sweep and flow
            of all that happened afterwards.
            But tonight, in front of these books,
            I remember and feel
            those moments and feelings
            and they are so remote
            and yet so present.
            The books are here, and the moments gone.
                              gallagher
                              25 Apr 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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