Monday, June 1, 2009


What reckless hearts were we –
That we lay hidden in these fields of gold.
Exchanging laughter and smiles that innocence tempted
and as the dusk descended then so did our desires.
Eyes blue within blue as her hair fell darkly around me
and I was blessed with her memory’s kiss
that stirs a storm in my heart
- Even now.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

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