Archive for the ‘Rose’ Category

1978-04-10

Monday, April 10th, 1978

Where’s a moment that I can say’s not ours
that I might run free of love.
To feel the sun, all mine again.
To be in love with life.

Lord, I care for you,
and, yes, even love you
but its not enough anymore.
Its just not enough if it becomes a limit.

Outside my front door and your love
lies the rest of the world
and I can hear it calling to me.

What’s there in houses and bills to compare
with the shock of these last months;
the lovers, the pain, and the poetry
and…most of all, you and I finding our ways.

Love’s no better than a house
if it hides you from something
instead of giving you rest before you go out again
to press life to you
as if it were the most important thing….

gallagher
apr 10, 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-04-15

Saturday, April 15th, 1978

I can feel myself, I’ve grown beyond our love now.
I’m taller by far than I used to be
the world and all its fears no longer scares me
and I can feel myself running free

I’m no longer bound by love to be a leaner
I make my way by knowing need’s a bore
she wishes after what she’d like to have now
but my need is gone and she can’t hold me anymore

with patient hours I try to reconcile
the pain her need is causing more and more
I say I’d like to see her if it feels good
but her pain is driving her harder than before

then I think I don’t need to really see her
when all she wants is to have me as before
and our hours are filled with such painful struggle
that I wonder what I need the hassle for

I’m free and she can’t seem to understand it
I love her still but now its something more
she like to own me outright but she cannot
my love is mine to give, so unlike before…

gallagher

15 april 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-04-21

Friday, April 21st, 1978

Full moon on the rise
and Rose riding thru the desert nite
and I in the evening’s lite

Kathy gone to her home
and I’m alone
what is real?

I wish her luck across the desert waste
and I’m sorry for the pain I give her
and, Kathy, so mixed up
leaves me confused as ever.

gallagher
apr 21, 78


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —