Archive for the ‘Years’ Category

1978-04-21

Friday, April 21st, 1978

Rose rides the desert beneath the full moon
and my apartment holds Danny and I safe
against her absence
These days and hours, so electric, I’ll never forget
Love and pain in all proportions
and time slowing down, day by day
against the history nodes passing here
Nine years coming down beneath the full moon
and all our friends wait to see what’s right
I feel this history like the veins in my skin
beneath the hours I’m living in

gallagher
apr 21, 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-04-21

Friday, April 21st, 1978

Endless dream I and thee
my life and my song.
I never know from day to day
if what I’m doing is right or wrong

I think all my life I’d like to live
without getting old or giving in
to all the things that drive us within
I want to live!

Capture the thing you’re feeling here
the turning year the change of your loves
and all of your tears, boy, can’t you see
got no one you can call
though you say you’re very tall

gallagher
apr 21, 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-04-22 Dinner at Daves

Saturday, April 22nd, 1978

Dinner at Dave’s

Good friends are anchors into reality
they speak their thoughts plainly
they counseled me with criticism and concern
and listened without rejection to my every reply.

Dave and Ron said I owed Rose
but, as the discussion wore on,
it seemed that it was Danny I owed
‘Give him all the relief you can’, they said,
‘that he can grow up as straight and true as possible.’

And Dave also said that, ‘In five years
I wouldn’t speak to he or Ron, my friends.’
that I would’ve risen beyond their friendships
and I smiled, honored
that they should see my future so bright
but hurt to think that they would think I would discard them so.

Evidently, they’ve seen me as some rising star
long before any of my talents or blind luck bore fruit.
They said they knew I’d do Rose wrong even back then,
when all my shoe string dreams lived only by our faith,
hers and mine, and her love.

I listened and I loved their honesty
but I can no more change myself than quit breathing….
I listened, listened and begged to hear more.
Perhaps something they know
could make it easier for her and Danny and I.

But, if not, I don’t regret our words nor the time spent.
They’re my friends and I love what they think.

gallagher
22 april 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —