I wonder where the little boy in me— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
will run to hide his head now
whose warm skirts and tender embrace
will save me now when I can’t go on
I feel so all alone, an empty day
the sky so gray with clouds
love is gone and this emptiness
that’s killing me just won’t go away
I need someone to turn to
someone I can hold and be held by
Rose, I doubt I’ll ever be sorry
for all that I’ve done
but I’ll never like losing you
I don’t understand why I’m so pressed
to do what I do at such costs
treasure, love, escape from my hand
and leave me alone
and I’ll ache for you everyday
I’ll feel, inside of me, all your loss
the empty hole where the little boy waits
and waits… and waits…
gallagher
15 may 78 – long beach
Archive for the ‘Rose’ Category
1978-05-15
Monday, May 15th, 19781978-05-18 KK
Thursday, May 18th, 1978KK— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Unmoved by her candor, passion or maturity
my melancholy carried me thru
How, I wonder, can I share myself with another
when I’m so torn and confused and thin now…
jaded and pensive I said ‘yes’ to her
and showed myself once again
I’m empty … not much more left to share
Rose’s pain, has filled me up and emptied me
She’s gone, and all these others talk in vain
My confusion is so deep, my emptiness so wide
that my lover’s smiles can’t find me inside.
gallagher
05-18-78
Long Beach
1978-05-18
Thursday, May 18th, 1978Crazy life, getting a lot of it these days— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
summer’s coming’, lovers too…its a fantasy done
in emotional pastels
Rose and I…drifted apart…
still some love in our eyes,
its easy…when we don’t hassle
how could I not love her…how?
New people, eyes and hands and time…
the sunlight and the plants…the music
these days that bear the passage of time…well
Ah, I’m dreamin’ away…some Siddartha…midway
down the midway of my dreams
passion and freight trains running all night.
Danny…Danny’s eyes growing up…we talk
I feel it, my bond to this boy, our flesh
and its OK…its good to be his father
time will walk me down sometime
to the end of these dream days
and unfold others for me to learn from.
but they’re all the same…mine
fly me now, self, into this song
chord days…ring me…and ring me well.
gallagher
18 may 78