SamadhiMuse

      It could be that she is the chosen love of my life
      certainly no other face has moved me so constantly
      and very few have really touched me
      and none, like her, … through and through
      A year I’ve drifted and loved and sifted
      and she still says more to me in five minutes of anger
      than most with hours of love
      we’re bound, it feels, beneath our lives and lovers
      by the years we grew together and the child we love
      so that Texas and our youth
         and our learning trust and love
      are more cement and pattern
         that sex and words can change or will undo.
                                 gallagher
                                 29 nov 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

      Got thoughts of her running thru my head
      I remember when … I remember what we said
      I remember, all my feeling’s not dead
      Even in the mountains lost in another’s love
      I could remember places we shared, the years that we lived
      it seems these days I’m thinking more of her
      and how we used to share our lives.
      I think of my son growing strong
      and I wonder how long he’ll be good when I’m gone
      Maybe my memory plays, leading me back again
      I don’t know … maybe the winter’s just too cold
      In a secret place, it never fails me
      I feel a trace of all our love could know
      and how little any of these others have come to show.
                              gallagher
                              5 dec 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

      Drinkin wine, coming home here late at night
      she’s calling me back for ten years
      she’s so pretty
      Just having her in my life makes me feel special
      I wonder how to save this feeling
      I feel love come stealing behind my eyes
      I see her hair … her face and feelings
      she’s too much like what I always wanted
      that others seem foolish and her vision clearer.
      How can I hold this feeling…
      ten years wore it down.
      C.S. Lewis whispers to me … its the Devil come posing
      He’s habit and taking for granted that good love is common
      and that we’re not necessarily cast with our best mate.
      He’s long lookin without sight … he’s un-huhs and half heard
      Ah, beneath it all … we’ll grow old together or apart
      everything’s for something … every play has its purpose
      That love has stood so long could be my lesson
      or just another meaningless rhyme in life’s fathomless song
      but do I care here … no, I still see my vision’s light
      her love speaks to me tonight.
                                 gallagher
                                 19 dec 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —