Searching for Zen

Where were you when I was lost and broken -
And my heart was hurt and helpless
Did I not hold you the way you wanted to be held
And kiss away the sorrow in your eyes
That given the wings you needed to fly you flew
- Away.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Broken things

What is a heart that cannot be hurt -
Or a love that cannot be lost
When even a rose can only be a rose if it has
- Thorns.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Sleep’s dark and silent gate

Such is the threshold of a dream -
that I travel upon its bridge between light and lucidity
Guided by the shadows of your memory
that I might find my way back into the refuge of your
- Arms.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

When love isn’t enough

Would you not suffer my affections -
That I am left without the inspiration of your heart
Only to reconsider the passion within
- My own.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010