Saturday, April 2, 2011

Intangible

When the night has gone still and the stars are cold
I think of you—quietly, softly, warmly.
like the kiss which floats on the fringes of my dream
and yet I am only able to ever hold you
in my heart

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2011

1 comment:

Kay Irvin said...

This is beautiful. Love it.