Sunday, March 21, 2010

All that we leave behind

As I lie here –
I listen for the unspoken beat of your heart
and the reassurance of your breath.
And yet the rain still taps coldly against my window
as the wind blows woefully through my wall.
And I cannot help but wonder
if there had been a better way to say
- Good bye.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The art of suffering

ow sweet is the madness -

That you acknowledge the inspiration of pain
Simply to reshape the design
- Of your heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010