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1985-07-02

Tuesday, July 2nd, 1985 
         Like steel in the fire is she
           the hammer blows
         can only reveal her soul.
           Humbled, she will find strength.
         And from the fires of insecurity
           she will learn that deep acceptance,
             which is, Damascus steel.
         I watch the blacksmith raining blows
           and see the dross that falls
         and comes the soul that winnows free
           from each of us.
         This weathered wood, our bodies,
           and the immortal steel of our souls
         make my heart ache
           with the beauty of their enduring demise.
                                 gallagher
                                 02 July 1985
         - about Lise

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-08-07

Wednesday, August 7th, 1985 
            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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1985-09-04

Wednesday, September 4th, 1985 


 
         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 —

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