SamadhiMuse

            She bad dreamin … she must be
            life can’t be so bad
            she’s cryin everyday and getting thinner
            I think she could lose it
            and not think her life worth the pain anymore.
            What is it that love unbinds in us
            that only love can fix again…
            She’s unraveling…her cheekbones and fingers
            bear witness to it
            her love has flown away
            and now there’s nothing but the days
            she waits for my return
            and she won’t let it end
            she tears her heart out again and again
            to pass each aching day
            and when I hold her and feel the pain
            nothing eases…nothing goes away
            she tries so hard not to say it
            she tries to accept it my way
            but she can’t stand it
            and she drives me farther away
            I can keep Danny and become celibate
            but I can’t give my life away to the old ‘us’
            its mine, but she can’t deal with it that way
            her pain cuts deeper day by day
            I feel it…Danny feels it
            Rose’s heart is breaking…
            what can I say… what can I say….
                                    gallagher
                                    apr 30, 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

              Crazy life, getting a lot of it these days
              summer’s coming’, lovers too…its a fantasy done
              in emotional pastels
              Rose and I…drifted apart…
              still some love in our eyes,
              its easy…when we don’t hassle
              how could I not love her…how?
              New people, eyes and hands and time…
              the sunlight and the plants…the music
              these days that bear the passage of time…well
              Ah, I’m dreamin’ away…some Siddartha…midway
              down the midway of my dreams
              passion and freight trains running all night.
              Danny…Danny’s eyes growing up…we talk
              I feel it, my bond to this boy, our flesh
              and its OK…its good to be his father
              time will walk me down sometime
              to the end of these dream days
              and unfold others for me to learn from.
              but they’re all the same…mine
              fly me now, self, into this song
              chord days…ring me…and ring me well.
                                   gallagher
                                   18 may 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

           Its a waiting game I feel myself living
           I’m always waiting, my heart’s unforgiving
           and the days pass ever so slowly now.
           I wake up at three in the morning
           thoughts of Rose and my heart’s hole yawning
           thinking about all the ways that she loved me
           and waiting … ever waiting for love’s return
           After work in the evening’s sunshine
           I’m driving home to an uneasy waiting time
           and these empty afternoons, Lord, they get so long
           every moment alone is an agony
           I’ve got my son and he waits … he waits with me
           for love to find me and make my heart whole
           Between the wine and the mornings I wake up at three
           I live at work so the waiting won’t bother me.
           but sometime, sometime you’ve got to go home
           Three women I know that that love and treasure me …
           and when they’re here my waiting’s free
           but the time they give me is all they can
           they all belong to other men
           So between these hours of love and the working days
           I wait … and wait …
           for the waiting to go away.
                           gallagher
                           15 jun 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —