Slumber

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

Smitten

A friend pointed out to me -
“You’re a fool…” He insisted. “You’re infatuated.”
“Infatuated, and what makes you think that I am infatuated?” “Because you “Think” you’re in love.” He retorted.
To which I respectfully replied “I can assure you kind sir -
When it comes to love there is no thinking
- Involved.”

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Obsession

As like the moth to its flame,
beauty burns brightest when seen through loves light.
Both as fragile as the objects of their affection
that the candle burns brighter when caressed by a careless wind. Mayhap the light of her love be extinguished,
wherefore she will never know the one truly beholden
- Of her heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Borrowed

Was her heart

that she could not give it away,
thus stolen were his tears
yet she refused to reconcile the pain.
Still these pieces of me are the pieces of you
thus our song remains the same.
As was your heart then so will be mine
until we meet
- Again.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

Letting go

The hardest “good-byes” are the ones we can't say

as saddest are the ones we don’t.
Thus I am here to say “I love you, good night”
not because you will, because you
- Won’t

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2007

Songbird

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

Thoughtful

I think I thank I thunk a thought a thankful thought of thee
A thoughtful thing these thinking thoughts; I hope thee thinks of me
Me thinks me thunk these thoughtful thoughts I think
These thoughts thunk thoughtfully
So thoughtfully thankfully thinking thoughtful things
I thinkfully thank thunked of thee
I thank thee for these thoughtful thoughts I think I thankful I thunk
I hope thee thinks these thankful thoughts and thunk
Thingful thankfiul thunkful
Thoughtfully
- Of me

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2003

Almost

Love is a crown of thorns
that you wear your pain like a badge;
yet your heart rests provocatively upon your sleeve
as like the proverbial chip upon shoulder.
May there have been clouds of which you have walked in
upon which no one could even dream to stroll,
just as there have been stars of which you have held
might that they merely hope to grasp,
however there have been depths of which you have fallen
from whence no one would dare to know.
Alas your hour is upon us must we say “Good night.”
when you were already almost
- An angel.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Serendipity

What is the folly of fate -
that she could e'en sway my destiny.
For what matter which fork in the road I take,
when they all lead to the pathway
- Of your heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Patience loses her virtue

Even as she stood against the wind
there was still not enough sky to hold her heart.
That cradling the warmth of her intimacy’s inspiration
she was torn between her hope and a heartache.
Thus the wind wove her hair with the gold in her heart
as a tear slipped silver down her cheek softly.
For would he ever remember her nnme
when all she wanted to be
- Was loved.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Empathy

What is the burden of your heart

that it would weigh as heavily upon mine,
and yet the truth of my encumbrance
is that I cannot pull the sword from your side.
When such is the company of misery,
may it be enough to only say
- “I love you.”

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

Despair

Such is my regret -

That I must count the moments
of which have lead unto this day that I miss you.
No more can we hold on to forever
than we were able to hold on to today.
Thus how am I to hold you
- Now.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Angel

Little cherub in whiting shroud

thou be so cautious not to fall from thy cloud
As ‘pon thine shoulders doest wear wings so shy
did thee not know; that thee can fly
Hath faith in thyself; as faith in thy father
he hath given thee wings; so thou would not falter
Take of mine hand as this promise I keep
thee I shall ne’er let fall; as no cloud be so steep
A timid blessing in delicate disguise
thou cannot hide all the light I see in thine eyes
With halo o’ gold; and stardust in hair
’tis a comfort to know thou art always there
Thus I watch o’er thee for all thou hast given
thus save a place by thy side
- In heaven

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2003