“For Natalie” by Paul Gallagher

Tonight,
When time meanders past your hour eleven
Your mind snapping pictures of dreams made in heaven.
Allow your soul to vacate your space
And when in the stars above, I will see your face.

For behold! ...on this night my heart has wings
Joyous ascension to where this angel sings.
Those tears you speak of, now tears of joy,
Two souls, hand in hand, together do toy.

Although darkness may invade eyes closed tight
Souls dance and sing throughout the night.
Now morning reveals it’s splendour glory
A spiritual embrace to grace her story.

This heavenly transcendence always within reach
More nights, more journeys, on this beautiful beach.
So dreams for you can come true, fair maiden afar
Open your heart, for there’s a soul out there, your very own star.

June 2008

“Enchantment”

I am enchanted as if in a dream:
I am half-asleep half-awake,
White sheets are in heaps all over my bed,
I want to see your face and …I can’t…

I see your silhouette at dusk –
I could barely make up your image,
I could smell your body’s musk,
This makes me high and dizzy…

I feel your hands, gentle and strong,
Shaking, caressing my hair and face…
I am trying to recall that stroke,
Digging deep in my mind and …I can’t…

My thoughts, my fantasies, my life
Are orbiting this blurry image in the dusk
For many days, and weeks, and months….
You are my Fate, my newly-found love…
June 2, 2008

"How I met an Angel"

*******************On Y.R.'s Birthday
My dearest, sweetest, warmest,
Do you remember how we met -
Two desperate, wounded souls,
Longing for love, yet.
******************************
Countless roses are soaked in water,
Two of us by the tub, on the floor
Watching them slowly floating -
Blooming redness, magnificent glow...
******************************
I do thank you for being my angel,
If someone would ever ask
If I believe in angels, I’d answer:
I've met one.
Once......
March 1, 2000

“Blindness”

***To Eastern Ancient Poets
“Please ignore, disregard
And forget
Every word
I recently said –
The desire for Love
Is talking,
Blind desire
Is helplessly walking...
Searching,
Asking,
Demanding,
Pretending she found,
Only pretending,
Catching your arm
And commanding:
“I am your Love,
Look in my eyes,
Taste of my kisses
And ...recognize.”
August 15, 2000

“I Am Looking for Her Dark Hair…”

*****************To Natalie by R.T.
I am looking for her dark hair,
I find no peace, without eyes I see…
I wrote her name on forgotten walls,
But came the rain and washed it away…

I am rich for having her soul,
Imagining her dance around the fire of love…
I am poor because she is not here now
I wait for her... my ray of sun…

“My Soul Has Left Me”

*************To R.T.
My Soul,
A capricious little creature,
She is always kind and sweet,
She possess’ the best of features,
She is gentle and petite.

She is emotional every so often,
Yet logical, honest and fair.
She would never refuse to help
Or walk away on souls in despair.

Being so obedient and thoughtful,
I’d never thought she would be gone away,
Yet gone she is without leaving a note
She’s vanished for the past few days…

She said she has found her equal,
That he was kind and easy,
But first and foremost, he’s gentle,
As gentle as morning breeze…

She said she’s gone to meet him,
Would be back in a blink of an eye…
She is gone the entire week,
My Soul, gentle and kind…

Where she is and who she is with,
I guess, I would never known…
***************************
Thinking of other misfortunate owner
Who just recently lost his Soul…
May 9, 2008

"My Uncle’s Lesson"

When I was a little girl,
My uncle, God bless his soul,
Knowing my timid nature,
Used to teach me over and over
The same lesson.
He used to say:
“Look in the mirror, Your Grace,
Say to yourself with a smile:
“I am the most charming and pretty,
Elegant, witty and kind”,
“Watch your eyes”, he said, “your reflection,
You’re a perfect perfection!”
I forgot his teachings
For most of my life,
Being young and pretty —
Who would needed to recite
Half-compliment, half-lie!
And, as I am getting old,
Those lines
Were suddenly recalled.
*********************
I’m still smiling when I say these lines
While watching my expression in the mirror
It’s amazing, this innocent lie
Continues to work its miracle!!!

“Ego Te Amo Per Noctum Per Diem”

R.:
“Ego te amo per noctum per diem,
After waking up at night
My first thought is of you, my gentle soul,
I want you near till the end of time...

I’ll be writing the letters of love
Each night, that with every sunrise
You would read confessions of my heart –
My prize would be your gentle smile...”

N.:
“I’d take you to the mountains at night
To listen sighs of trees and flowers,
To watch gleaming stars wrapped in velvet of skies
Where the nightingales are singing of love.

Our summer bed would be this gentle grass,
Our curtains are spruces’ boughs,
I’d make love to you under these stars,
You’d say, “this woman has stolen my soul…”

I would say, “I can’t help it, my treasure,
I have lived without love for so long…
I want to sin with you right now and ever,
God would sure forgive us. Both!”
May 8, 2008

“To Love and to Gentle Souls”

My Soul’s wandering all day today…
She didn’t talk at all, she didn’t dream…
I asked “What’s wrong”- she wouldn’t say,
I know her well, I think, she’s falling ill.

No food, no sleep, no writing,
Just pacing in the back alone…
No dreams, no fantasizing…
My heart is worried for his Soul.

I shouted at her, she started to moan,
Uncontrollable tears are falling …
“Let her cry”, I said to myself,
"Tears are cleansing souls."

I touched her and looked in her eye,
Searching for hidden answers…
She looked through her tears and then replied:
“Don’t you see, I am dying from ...love!...”
May 6, 2008

“It is raining…”

It’s raining and I am not a water lily…
My Soul wants to fly beyond the clouds
Estas Tonne’s guitar is crying in my ear…
I wish to disappear in the mist.

I wish to vanish in grayness of rain,
To become a tree or a leaf or a flower…
Instead, I have become a tear,
It’s running slowly, leaving a watery scar…

I miss your inspiring presence,
My soul’s looking for her mate
She misses your nightly caresses…
She is lost in grayness of rain.
May 3, 2008