SamadhiMuse

                     Mood Swing Preface
         I grit my teeth … gear down to low
         the pressures build … I’m stronger, though
         The winter’s whip, its lonely hour
         I’m in its grip and I feel its power
         turn my collar, stiffer squint
         “waiting is” for the first summer’s hint
         the older lines in the mirror mock
         I wait for love ‘beneath the winter’s walk
                                       gallagher
                                       30 oct 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

               31 winters or, under, under gray skies
      the winter is drawing like a hand around my heart
      my feelings stopped thawing, begin to get hard
      the winter sky crawling, the days growing cold
      i’m tired of needing but compromise grows old
      and i wish i could find warmth in somebody’s sun
      and leave all our feelings between us, just get warm
      its a cold life without love, a love of your own
      and that old bitter compromise beckons me, beckons me home
      i’ll put on my warm coat and wait, wait for the winter to go
      and wait out the pain and the rain and feeling so low
      i’m alone and its hard but i’ll make it if i try
      i’ll get cold; heart of ice but i know i won’t die.
                                    gallagher
                                    30 oct 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —