Archive for the ‘Rose’ Category

1975-02-26

Wednesday, February 26th, 1975
            Take this cup of love away
            I no longer think I'm able
            to partake of the feast of life
            while seated at love's table

               Slow charades of the past
               we walk thru
               looking on the forms we've turned
               the surfaces of our lives

            These weeks and months
            wait on the seasons of our heart to turn
            tender touches and looks of loss
            the actors turning to dust

                                 gallagher
                                 26 feb 75
                                 Buena Park

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-03-01

Saturday, March 1st, 1975
                     Its so hard to know
                       as I push love away
                          so many wait to hold her.

                     My pain and my jealousy
                       walk hand in hand
                          behind damp eyes.

                     And I think
                       she'll be a treasure
                          to someone who needs her.

                     And I'll remember it a thousand times
                       when I'm needing her
                          and she's gone.

                     And then I'll wait alone
                       for my need to pass
                          praying for my will to last.

                                    gallagher
                                    1 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1975-03-09

Sunday, March 9th, 1975
      What wonderland jungle is this that I've chose
      in exchange for the loving nearness of Rose
         Ween yourself, I said with distain,
         depart from love, go learn about pain
      walk, open hearted, into the melee
      and see if compassion can survive being free
         none of the rewards are worth what you leave
         and yet you'll go on and not be deceived
      that love is more than a rest from the pain
      a moment's respite from your spiritual game
         but windows and doors here open in from the side
         I'm full of longings and lusts I'd deny
      and this spiritual trip is not all of the truth
      for there's ego and passions on the loose
         and I don't know where all these things will lead
         to madness, peace or the death of my need
      but I do know that I've been hearing too long
      the sleeping of my brothers lulled by love's song....

                                 gallagher
                                 9 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —