What days of our lives, these— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
crystal passages thru changes and truth
somehow finding our way by our guts alone
marriage and lovers and love turning us around
brutally
as we try to retain our feelings
its hard with so much truth
and such strong differences of opinion
Gallagher
04/08/78
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1978-04-08
Saturday, April 8th, 19781978-04-09 For Kathy A.
Sunday, April 9th, 1978For Kathy A.
Ah lady, so torn and tangled.
I want so to make you smile and laugh
and to share the secret spaces
where the little girl lives inside of you.
But sometimes those deep channels
of your pain and indecision just run too deep.
Its as if I’m in some crazy Italian movie.
I feel your life and see your pain
between the hours and cups of coffee
and these office walls.
And I see when you have to push to keep yourself together.
I can feel the struggle too.
Sometimes your phone voice is so professional,
I wonder where you’ve hidden yourself
and I ache for someone I know is in there.
I wonder, sometimes, what you would become
if you were freed to love.
Would your concentration then give way
to joyous competence
and would just staying on top
become the ride of a lifetime?
Ah lady, what I feel are my memories and empathy of you.
Your brown eyes so full of promise and pain.
They capture me again and again
until I stare … rapt and dumb
into someone’s soul so torn and lovely at once.
gallagher
09 apr 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1978-04-10
Monday, April 10th, 1978Where’s a moment that I can say’s not ours— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
that I might run free of love.
To feel the sun, all mine again.
To be in love with life.
Lord, I care for you,
and, yes, even love you
but its not enough anymore.
Its just not enough if it becomes a limit.
Outside my front door and your love
lies the rest of the world
and I can hear it calling to me.
What’s there in houses and bills to compare
with the shock of these last months;
the lovers, the pain, and the poetry
and…most of all, you and I finding our ways.
Love’s no better than a house
if it hides you from something
instead of giving you rest before you go out again
to press life to you
as if it were the most important thing….
gallagher
apr 10, 78