Saturday, November 1, 2008


As these -
Are the moments of you.
Of which I have strung so carefully,
graciously, reverentially, remarkably, unforgettably
along the thin line of my mortality’s thread.
Thus as I gingerly caress these benevolent baubles of memory
I am in awe of how precious, how priceless,
how infinitely timeless a single grain of sand can be
when encompassed by the essence
- Of your soul

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

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