SamadhiMuse

   Come turn the years and swirl them here
      and bring us around full circle again.
   Over coffee, today, so much came to an end.
      For years her house and memory had beckoned
         and lingered … and waited
      and I’d driven by it a thousand times
         in my lifetime since then … past its whispering.
   Her memories and questions waited, until today
      over coffee, when all those years came to join us
         and we found what had become of us then.
   Down dark years and through darker paths …
      through schools and marriages …
         and drugs and sex.
      She’d been cast into these from the events
         that spawned both of us so long ago.
   I’d taken her virginity (and mine) then
      back when I didn’t think it could matter …
         but it did, as the tangled years have come to tell.
   Pressed then, in roles beyond our knowing,
      we danced our dances, blindly … savagely ….
         And I’d used her then … just as she’d wished it
            until, finally, I left her without a look back
         and let all the years behind me sleep
            until today.
   And today, among the plates and lights,
      our roots re passed, untangling, and she forgave me
         and all the years that had waited began to forget themselves.
                                 gallagher
                                 13 feb 78
                                 – after meeting Sally Henderson

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

      Well all my life I’ve been a fool
         fire and ice, a little cool
      now I feel the fire
         subtle, yet its grown higher
      and I can feel my passions know
         the patterns of my life and grow
      Cast in forms I come to know
         put up in stone against time’s flow
      nothings real and nothing’s right
         endless screams these laughing flights
      take a life and live again
         everyone’s another end
      a turning wheel, a wheel of fire
         from spirit light to fleshed desire
      Cast in stone I seem to know
         I’m born in forms amid time’s flow
      and the timeless dreams I listen sow
         and like birds of laughter grow
      am I spirit born again
         or evolution’s lash and end
      the questions burn, burn to bear
         shackles that the living wear
      Its every guess and every game
         you win or lose its still the same
      a flight that left without belief
         in flesh awake without relief
      I can’t tell where I’m here
         in timeless truth or chance’s jeer
      and in these forms I fly
         believe it game and ever try
      to window out to winnow free
         the secrets locked inside of me.
                           gallagher
                           22 feb 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —