Monday, March 16, 2009


If that I could then so I might; build you a tower of sand and height
A simple abode gradient of gold; where to spend all our days and ne’er grow old
I would draw you a bridge of seashell on hinge; to welcome you home wherever you beens
There to sit with the sun as it sinks in the sea; and listen to oceans song sing could we
Won’t you sail away softly away with me, or was your kiss just a wish of hearts meant to be
Fragile are dreams would that it seems, when wishing ‘pon stars
- That fall into the sea.

Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

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