SamadhiMuse

            What emptiness fill me each time at the thought
              that she could share with another
                 that which she and I sought.
            That there are places and times
              not mine to receive
            these I find like holes in my thoughts
              when I leave her.
            The karmic whip betrays at every step
              my treasured fantasies all played quite inept
            I can expect nothing from her
              but what I expect from myself
            and I find that love and trust
              were my only true wealth.
                                    gallagher
                                    28 july 75
            - about Rose

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                          First day
            What can you say when someone loves you?
              That its better than not being loved?
            I don't know what to say... to love
              but, that I can't walk away from it.
            I know I'm both blessed and blind
              and loved by more than I could find
                if I looked all of my life.
            I'm confused
              integrity, honesty and commitment
            fill my thoughts as we come together,
              as I feel her eyes.
            We come together after such a long open space
              to find out if our growing was blessed.
            I know I can't live without her
              and yet, I'm not sure I can live with her
            and so we look, intimate strangers
              into each others eyes
                 to find the way.
                                 gallagher
                                 15 September 75
                                 - Rose and I move back in together
                                   after 3rd separation.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

            Give me that early morning time
              5 a.m. coffee and love.
            The winter's gray isolation
              alone in our warm house
                in love with her face and mind.
            Together like warm cats
              by the hearth
            sharing the quiet of our waking
              while all the world sleeps.
                              Gallagher
                              12 Dec 75
                              about Rose

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —