I’d like to write of love— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
but I don’t know what to say.
The feelings run so deep
my words cannot convey.
Drink of it the fullest draught
these moment’s press the heart.
Outlined against the measured play
of certain clocks, entropic clay
the light that burns from love’s release
is the light that gives our hope belief.
gallagher
28 Mar 1981
after seeing ‘The Jazz Singer’
with Rose in San Diego
Archive for the ‘People’ Category
1981-03-28
Saturday, March 28th, 19811981-04-11
Saturday, April 11th, 1981I hope this life sustains Rose.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
This one of coming and going
this love for a week and then
wait for two.
I think of Chris and I’m always
amazed at my thoughts
small person with eyes
of such potential and trust
Loving Danny grew on me
like the ivy that overcame the church
but Chris has been a storm
ever since Rose and I gave him his life.
I hope she holds on
all my life, or hers.
Its the only feeling I have
that runs deeper
than the joy of living
and its pleasures
amen.
I’ve been so reckless with it
and I’ve been so lucky.
gallagher
11 apr 1981
Vancouver, B.C.
1981-04-11
Saturday, April 11th, 1981I find no contradiction— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
in loving women and loving Rose
but I’m not sure I could ever
explain it to her though I’ve tried.
I’ve pressed her flesh and held her eyes
amid the months and names
the love and the pain.
Someplace deep
I always hope I’ve convinced her
but I know the changing seasons
of her faith too well.
gallagher
11 Apr 1981
Vancouver, B.C.