Monday, August 11, 2008


Dream me away -
as I am but a figment of your imagination.

For they were not my lips

which whispered comfort into your ear

when you were sad and lonely.

Nor were they my arms which found you

when you were lost and left astray.

Still it was always my heart which held you
when I had nothing else

- to give.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

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