Lise
Come burn me down
amid music and pillows
dusky eyes and dim light
smiles burning engraved
words like chance strangers
wandering between wider forms
of that feeling current
the silence communion dances
Lise comes from a time of grinding changes
that bay at her doors these days
they hem her and bind her, mocking her dreams
with endless vistas of worst to come
But here where we can own our hours
I find her beyond those definitions
strong with the wisdom born of struggle
and blessed with a spirit that will survive
she still knows how to play.
gallagher
25 apr 84
irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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