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 —
The summer's gone to rain
the murmurs of water and leaf.
These gray skies and cool air
speak to me of my Vancouver winters.
Indonesia and Singapore and Canada
begin to loom behind the rain
and the ending of this unique summer.
The fear of loosing things
is with me, sometimes.
In the mirror, in my relationship with Lise,
in my job, in my son's years,
and in Rose's patience.
And I wonder if I was ever
stronger or weaker.
Before, I used to stare my fears down
with the promise of the future
but now I've lived, I'm waiting no longer to begin,
and I know the future as well as the past.
Now, when I confront my fears or the rain,
I can bring no illusions.
Now enlightenment is not an option
among my future dreams.
It waits for me like steel trap
behind each burning moment.
And it waits for me to arrive,
dead or alive.
gallagher
4 September 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
That I had opened to Lise
means the hand of Fate can move there.|
This dark eyed woman who captures me so;
I want to look deep into the mystery of it
for life is made more of this,
the spaces between men and women,
than of anything else.
In the darkness there I will find everything
I've wanted to learn.
Just as I've found the warmth of her heart
and the musk of her inner thigh
so can I find more
by accepting everything Fate offers
through her.
Come, dark eyes, come and burn me down again.
Come, with your mystery and your love,
with your mother's heart and your lover's passion.
Come with love ascending ... or departing.
Love me or hurt me, cherish me or scorn me.
Today Fate's hand moves through you
and I will listen to It
through this love, yours and mine,
until I can rise to the dance no more.
gallagher
20 Nov 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —