Archive for the ‘Rose’ Category

1973-06-07 The photograph album

Thursday, June 7th, 1973
                       The photograph album
            Looking at the photographs
              I could sense the number of times
            her eyes and hands had passed here
              on baby pictures and friends long gone.
            As if she had written them there,
              her feelings came to life in me
            and stopped my eyes
              on those moments of time...
            I wish she were here now to hold her
              and her dreams.
                              gallagher
                              7 jun 73
                              Long Beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1973-07-07 For Rose

Saturday, July 7th, 1973
                          For Rose
         There's a woman who loves me pure and clear
         and that's fine
         though sometimes I don't know why
         she'd want such a hassle as loving me,...
         Me, who wants to be free
         and sure and wise and strong...
         she loves that...the prideful stupid fool...
         and me, I'm just amazed at my grace
         to have such a woman.
         Ah, but love's so simple,
         why, she's been whispering it to me
         for years at night
         and I'm just now getting wise...
         going on to do it myself I was....
         and she was patient.
         Love is my gift
         and its fine.
                                 gallagher
                                 7 jul 73
                                 Long Beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-02-08

Saturday, February 8th, 1975
            Sitting here hurting
              for her hurt and mine
            scared I'm wrong
              but not knowing
                anything better to do.

            This won't keep me from getting old
              and it won't change me
            from the dreamer I've been
              and it won't make the TV real
            it won't even feel good,
              Lord knows.

            I'd have never believed love
              such a cruel whip.

            Freddie said that God wouldn't have
              given us minds capable of choice
            if the choices were not to be ours
              and we to put the pieces in place
            but somehow the result wasn't
              the clear light I expected
            but just the same darkness
              all mine now....

            Attachment increasing is love
              attachment decreasing is pain.

                              gallagher
                              8 feb 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —