Monday, September 29, 2008


While you were dreaming -
Thoughts of you rolled down my cheek
as these moments have become like years between us.
Were I the moonlight that touches you as softly
that it is my fingers which comb as gently through your hair.
Thus dream me not away my beloved
for I dare to awaken you
- With a kiss.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

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