Thursday, September 18, 2008


Then so her voice
did find its pathway to my heart;
serenading me through my window’s pain.
Soothing my sadness with compassionate compositions
as her song sweeps gently from its bough.
Therefore touching my heart that she tends to my tear,
whereupon it only sweetens my surrender.
Thus won’t you stay with me now
that I never have to know
- Alone.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

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