No humor, no compassion, no cherishing love.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Only the bitter ends of something
that perhaps perished long ago.
My Norwegian lady, so full of pessimism;
your world growing smaller day by day,
can you really have been
the flower of my youth and dreams?
People, like slow motion movies
of cause and effect,
come clearer as the years pass
and the patterns weather
through the wood.
I ache for what was
and see it alive and pure
in the eyes and feelings
of these two boys, born of us.
But where have ‘we’ gone?
You said faith and trust
had died long ago….
How I ache to see what’s left.
gallagher
27 Oct 85
Archive for the ‘People’ Category
1985-10-27
Sunday, October 27th, 19851985-10-27
Sunday, October 27th, 1985All weekend Chris was here— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
how nice it was.
He, like Danny, is so flexible.
He gives me my space when I ask
and loves and is patient
until my heart calls
and
we play again.
Small eyes of trust and love.
How I hope my problems with your mother
will not come between our love
for my blood is full of you
and my heart is bound to your smiles
and
your small hugs.
Our time is so precious and so short
and this blood we share
is so rare.
It’s ours.
gallagher
27 Oct 85
1985-10-29
Tuesday, October 29th, 1985Lise says I owe her an explanation— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
of what’s going on,
that she’s a part of it now,
she’s paid her admission
with her heart and her love;
and she’s right, she has.
But what can I say is going on?
I watch the patterns and tides of my life
swell and ebb and rise and fall.
And like a pier, thrust out into the sea,
I only mark the seasons
of its movements and its passions.
I follow my feelings
or, perhaps it’s better said,
that something in me
follows them with a sure sense
of how to proceed
in silence and awareness.
And this, that is in me,
navigates
and revels in their joy
and aches from their pain
but never believes in them
or turns aside or swerves
from its silent and patient seeking.
gallagher
29 Oct 85
Irvine