SamadhiMuse

         Its raining pain
           and there's nothing I can do but take it.
              let it ache and wait.
         I'm twisting for relief
           empty mind, thinking mind
              waiting for this bad dream to pass
                 and beginning to know it won't.
         I can't imagine what my nights are going to be like
           for the next 3 or 4 months
              coming home to aching arc-lite rooms
                 waiting for salvation to call on the phone
                    and extend the agony of parting again.
         So many empty rooms in my mind and heart
           to confront me when I close my eyes.
              And all the hours will wait empty for love's presence
                 and all the things I own will whisper to me
                    'she washed me, she resented me, she fixed me.'
         Relentless pain with no promise of relief.

                                 gallagher
                                 30 Aug 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

        Ah, I'm walking in a dream;
           the silent shadow of my own long scream.
         Pain and hurt mingle and I seem
           to be in an empty and full,
         at the same time, dream.

         I want to call out or talk to someone, but who?
           She's pulled away, my strength and security, she,
         for reasons I understand no better than my own
         The things she wants, I don't
           But, without her I want nothing.
         Have I come here against so soon?

                                 gallagher
                                 31 Aug 77

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

                                            to the cadence of
                                            Paul Simon's
                                            "I do it for your love"

         We were young, she was just a teen
         we fell in love in some distant dream.
         I remember the hours then
         full of love of a younger ken.
         Tumbled dreams of another day
         houses where we lived, the things we'd say,
         all gone down in the endless play.
         I do recall her love.

         The years we had now seemed so smooth
         but memories always seem to lose
         the edge of what really happened then
         when we learned to love and we had to bend.

         But people never really lose themselves
         The benders bend and abuse themselves
         and at some point we have to choose ourselves.
         I do recall her love.

         We were young, she was just a teen
         I remember her, my distant dream.
         She loved me then when love was all
         and I never felt I could ever fall.

         But through the years the bitter lines
         formed where love, ...her love met mine
         and she came to see I was not her dream
         and all our years were not as they seemed
         and I remember all I've lost.

         Her dreams have woken, our stars uncrossed
         but if I ever get the chance again
         then I'd fall in love and start again.
                                 gallagher
                                 28 September 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —