SamadhiMuse

            How sweet it is that she gives me her love
              and sends me home so full of peace.
            Here to be with my books and poems,
              secure and loved against the night
              and that awesome emptiness
              that can destroy our serenity.
            Her face in my mind so close
              her hands and skin and words…
              …the evening air caresses me
              as I ride thru all the years
                 of these poems.
                                    gallagher
                                    7 august 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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            I’m drifting, walking, thinking
              and then I remember you
            and such a feeling fills me
              that I want to run and hold you
                 so I can share this joy.
            We’ve started a fire here
              where we dance beneath the moon
            under these, the ripped and passing clouds,
              and we dare the flames to touch the sky.
            My heart aches that love could have found me
              so long jaded with stale dreams,
                 and compromise.
            But now this love burns with an abandon
              both timeless and transient.
            Here, eyes look at me like I never thought
              to see in this life.
            Here I love … here, I am.
                                 gallagher
                                 7 august 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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