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1987-01-06

Tuesday, January 6th, 1987 
            Small worlds, dreams we're passing through,
            mist and light in broken time.
            I love you, and you love me,
            dreams are all we've come to see
            here against the surging tide,
            hearts and hopes are open wide,
            honest, now and then, and then, we've cried
            I know nothing stays the same
            love's an ever finer blade.
            Can't we find the light of love
            among the shifting scenes and pain?
            Time is passing here outside
            and I love this place we've made here inside.
                                       gallagher
                                       1-6 Jan 87
            - to the cadence of 'Love is comin' around again'
              by Joni Mitchell

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1987-01-06

Tuesday, January 6th, 1987 
            Sparks of love in a material world,
            spirits of light in rivers of change.
            I love you, and you love me;
            hands across a changing sea.
            Sunlight, shafts of gray and blue,
            it's love in our eyes that I can see
            but what do I mean, do I mean, to you?
            I've got dreams and so do you.
            God must have put us here to find
            how our dreams can love the rain.
            Dreams and love, love can bring us pain.
            Love brings us around and around again
            to where we face the light in pain
            to where we find our spirit's name.
            I love you and I just don't care
            I'll follow love and dreams anywhere
            for time is a raging running tide
            washing us away inside our lives.
            I will love you, damn the rain.
            I will love my dreams and damn the pain.
            Love is a shining light to be
            but God never said that love came for free.
                                    gallagher
                                    2-6 Jan 87

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1987-02-10

Tuesday, February 10th, 1987 

People just 'making' things to validate themselves...
   dancing to give expression to technique,
      making funny faces in the mirrors which reflect us,
         as if art was technique and fad was prediction.

When you begin to close your hands on her waist, then you know.
   When you fingers press and feel her give of warmth and nakedness
      and you begin to smell her hair....

She is not marble or manikin nor is she abstraction or posed.
   Your hands tell you she is real and your feelings sing of it.

And what you feel fills and emptys you like the wheat-fields and the seasons.
   This is the music of mortality and the whisper of infinite mystery.

Let them paint their rocks, dance their techniques and worship idols,
   I will drink at this fount.

Gallagher
10 Feb 1987

— Copyright 1965-2010 by Dennis Gallagher —

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