Beyond the Sea

Does my comfort lie further than where the waters touch the sky

that my hope has been hindered by the reach of my eye
Are these waves upon the shore merely memories that I caress
rolling back into the sea as they are lost with its egress
The clouds along the horizon are they the dreams we once shared
or the wisps of wanderlust as they disappear into the air
And tell me what then could be this wind which combs my hair
like your fingers once did when I was holding you near
Then so I am thus moved by the recollections they would impart
that even the sun does sink with the weight of my heart
And yet as I sit within my solitude, it is surpassed by my envy
to I know he is with you, in those lands beyond
The sea

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2011

Blind Intervention

Where were you
When the darkness enveloped me?
That you left me to tread these shadows alone
As I fumble through my memories
Of light

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2011

The Scent of a Woman

Fair is the bouquet which wakens my heart
with scents fragrant of ardor and allure
For it kindles the flame of mine embers dark
that the scent of her passions are pure
Garlands thus sweet of her wine and red rose
so honeyed are my words by her flower
Might into these arms they court her repose
and on her mine adore I could shower
Like a summer’s rain stirs a garden’s scent
I am embraced by petals thus warmed
Where the caress of her flora’s fragrance
does arouse inhibitions of mine own
Hence these gardens of amour I thus aspire
to hold and be held by the scent of a
Flower

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2011

Stolen kisses

What then is this warmth which lingers?
For it sits on my lip, trembling like a lost summer’s day
Is this how the night feels when it pales with the morning’s light?
For I am trapped in the twilight of your advance’s retreat
knowing never that temptation could taste
- So sweet

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2011