Talking to her eyes … I looked to find peace there— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
and to hold it to me to save me from life’s fears
Ah lady, … how can any of us love and have freedom, both?
insecurity and fear bay at every gate
and we’ll never find the line
between what we want and what can be agreed
but, for wonder, we talked about it … I holding her hand
and looking into her eyes to see the fears…
so rich to say it … life’s mysteries and paradoxes here, today
in this lady I love so …
so close and yet, … so far away
the same needs and the same fears of giving it all away.
gallagher
04 jul 78
Archive for the ‘Places’ Category
1978-07-04
Tuesday, July 4th, 19781978-07-13
Thursday, July 13th, 1978I stopped to think about you
for just a moment….
Our hours
and your dark eyes
warmed me with a longing
as I mused.
You’re so far away and yet,
you’re so near….
Can it be your skin
I touched so
in our secret sheltered hours?
Somewhere, here,
among the efficient people
and the business forms
are you?
Do you breath? …
Are those your same eyes,
skin, hands, feelings
I felt?
Can you understand
why I think these things?
than no matter how many times
I press you to me and kiss your eyes
I will still wonder
if you’re for real….
when you are far away.
Dark eyes, come transfix me
and burn away my doubts.
Let me see your sun-seeds shining
and let me feel you
through these walls and floors.
I want it all,
everything
we can give or get….
gallagher
13 jul 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1978-07-17 The Body
Monday, July 17th, 1978The Body— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Today, when I was walking, I could hear myself
listening to my body and wishing I would begin
and not wait anymore to care for it.
Begin with conscious thought each day
shaping myself to become as I could will
more running … eating better … eating less
no coffee … more sleep … steady conscious
I’d love to love getting old
as best I can.
No taboos … just moderation
no more depressions as time flys
as you feel your body crying for help
between those everlasting immediate distractions
I want to begin … and so I’m still that one step away
from when I will … I’m still wishing.
gallagher
17 jul 78