Sometimes when I think of her it’s with love— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
and sometimes it’s with sadness.
I see another dreamer
fallen over the edge where dreamers go
when they feel their dreams slipping away
and I wonder what I can do for her, save give love
and even there I wonder
if its kindness or pain I bring.
That spirit she keeps so deeply hidden within her
craves love as the touchstone
in this world grown aged and dreamless
but I have only the form of love to give
not the substance
and in the end I may open her heart
just to leave it bleeding.
She smokes and drinks so casually now
pulling the bricks from the temple of her body.
It passes the time
and dulls
that dreamless clarity she hates so
my water sister, my lover,
what can I do for you?
Where you seek security
I have only this love by appointment
and where you crave deep purpose
I have only this poetry.
I can listen and share with you
but, in the end, I cannot replace
your dreams with mine
nor share the wellsprings
of joy in my life with you.
I understand well your feelings
but like a man on the other side of a glass wall,
I can do no more than press the barrier
that separates our true selves
and look with compassion and empathy
as you struggle with your life
and care very deeply
if you win or loose.
gallagher
25 june 83 – about Kathleen A.
SJC, CA
Archive for the ‘Kathy’ Category
1983-06-25
Saturday, June 25th, 19831983-07-02
Saturday, July 2nd, 1983Kathy, … my watch came today …— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
and my socks and shirt.
Outside on the grass I opened the package
to get my watch
but what I found there
were my memories and feelings;
your face…eyes…essence…
as warm as the sun on my skin
That you’re leaving my life, again,
and going out to try once more
to make sense of yours thru security
and commitment…
I can’t debate it … nor would I try,
my friend.
But I can, … I can see your eyes, here.
And remember the hours we’ve spent together
and I can mourn the loss of what you gave me
my sweet sister, lover and friend
God’s speed.
gallagher
02 jul 83 – about Kathy A.
Irvine, CA
1983-07-29 July in conjunction,
Friday, July 29th, 1983July in conjunction,— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
node on the run
Somedays just seem to be conjunctions
wring you out and test you functions
comes the ticking of the clock
calendar pages…
the motion just won’t stop
And its here that things collide
you’re forced to tell the truth…or lie
its here you come to find the blame
moments cross like arrows in flame
you can’t remember your name
you can feel the days are walking’
expectation/promises talkin’
and you know you’re going to fall
you can here you echos call
your appointment’s up against the wall
so you wait …
so you wait …
and listen to the murmur of your fears
the empty moments shocks are near
and it ALL becomes so clear
you’re here again at the crossroads
you couldn’t let it alone
and now you’ve planned the future’s coming’
but someone else is coming home…
but someone else is coming home…
gallagher
7-29-83 – about Kathleen A.
SJC