Ashes

There are no birds today –
And the clouds wither along the horizon.
In the distance I hear the delicate sound of thunder,
might it simply be the wings of angels having stole you away
or is it the torment which tears at my heart
knowing the world is too big
- Without you

© Charles Coakley Simpson 200

Eternally

If only you believed in forever -

Even that forever is simply too good to be true.
For mine heart in its truth still waits
forever just to spend it with
- you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009