To the Irishman
In you
I see green
When I'm with you
Evergreen on the stereo
Love everywhere
and harmony
and disaster but sweet
victory
The agony of winter
and frost on windows
snow in the air
and on my ground.
Helen O'Flarerty
25 Nov 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
The Recluse
To be alone, like on a night without stars
I am a slave to the shadows, dreaming
in the emptiness of a cool night.
I am in the trees, where the wind
visits them,
fleeing the mystic winter and other
seasons.
mine is a solemn loneliness,
without treasure,
But nevertheless rich.
A single gull, afloat over uninhabitible
seas,
This place of quite meditation,
where I know that
I will love again ---
despite the shadows.
by Jerry Hester
a patient with Helen O'flarerty
on the mental ward.
given to her aprox. nov 26, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
January 13, 1979
I think of them both tonight -- their lives entwined about
their wives. I love them both so much it seems I am the only
one in their dreams.
Ted says he loves me but you see he goes home to Linda not
with me. But, the precious moments spent with me makes my
spirit so happy and free. The love we share can't be denied
even though my emptiness is so hard to hide. When we go our
separate ways, I wish so much, so much to stay.
Dennis, too, is in my heart but he and Rose are not far
apart. He shares his life with others too, and seeing him
sometimes makes me blue. I try to hide this love I feel but
Dennis knows I'm very real.
Ernie and I are worlds apart -- my husband, once lover and
sweetheart. Our friendship is but a fading light of what once
seemed so beautiful and bright.
I search for someone to be kind, caring, sharing and ALL
mine!
I ache inside because my hurt carries me beyond this earth.
It seems I'm destined to be alone without a man to call my
own.
The single life that lays ahead holds nothing for me --
only dread.
I need so much to be a part of someone's life and
someone's heart.
Very soon these lonely days will seem little more than a
cloud of haze and I'll soon forget these nights -- so lone --
without someone to cheer me on.
Yes, that perfect peace will be, coming on to set me free.
Free from burdens hard to bear. Free my sorrow, shame,
despair.
Someday my body, mind and soul will lead me beyond this
hollow hole and I will be bound together so tight with that
special one so right.
Kathleen
A.
Hatley
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —