Daniel Martin
Will the mountains seem so wild
and the dew sparkled mornings alone, so clear
considering the price paid
to put me there.
Can my life's essence be valid
after such a crime to attain what I covet?
Will I roam for my fulfillment and find only
that my unreality leads to the ashes of my dreams?
Serenity cannot, I fear, be found in a distant snow
but only in the purity of mind it represents.
And so I will consider this pain,
and look for peace,
and spend some years fooling myself.
Gallagher
23 Sep 69
Port Lavaca, TX
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —