Changing days, like breaking waves
wait for our futures to rearrange
and I am speechless amid this play
easy love gone and here again today
I may hold to my mind
all the logic and strength I can feel
and though the trees wave
and the sunlight seems so real
its not what I think that matters
but simply what I feel
It’s love and days here that rearrange
and outside its just a play
an when all the things that are real pass away
what is the realist to do
with his clear perceptions?
gallagher
21 oct 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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