Eclipse

As two hearts beat as one –
For it is not the overshadowing of another
but that it is the balance of the soul.
Just as yours completes
- Mine.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Apologies

What for is forgiveness –
Such that you hold my heart in your hands.
When not at all is not enough
would that I even to say “I love you”
- Still

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Tunnel of love

Such is my journey -

Exploring the moments spent with you.
Thus I pull my fingers through the water of my life
as I can feel yours slipping through mine.
Might there be tears where there once was laughter
may there be laughter yet that we can
still smile through our
- Tears.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Wind

Were I a field of gold -
Would you kiss me as soft and move over me as silent,
letting your fingers run gently through my hair
and caress the vulnerability of my skin with brushstrokes
of gentleness’ warmth.

Were I a forest infinite –
Would you whisper secrets throughout my emerald leaves,
that swaying I swoon willingly into your embrace
conducting a soft symphony impassioned of souls entwined
within orchestral ardor.

Were I still water deep –
Would you stir the surface of my soul with a casual touch,
influencing the recklessness of my hearts abandon
to break upon the shores of our intimacy as we lie together
in a thundering sweet of
- Silence.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

The remains of a poet

Such is love without –
A wingless bird of swan less song
whose heart can no more fly.
A dreamer awoken no less broken
thus tragedy never
- Dies

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

The beauty of sadness

Kiss me sweet with my sorrow –
That I may surrender to the tenderness of despair.
An impassionate of gentle anguish of which I am able to rapt
myself within the warmth of miserable wretchedness.
Therefore ecstasy is the agony that my misery loves its company
thus let us reconcile in a common sadness of grief
that the loneliness of my loss is
- Complete

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Blue

Color my world –
As I am lost in a moment
of which I cannot find my way back
- Without you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Warm strangers

As there is a hole in my heart –
Of which I fill with the anguish of emptiness.
For it is not of your touch that leads my heart to stampede,
nor does your kiss taste as sweet of her tenderness.
Yet suspended above this abyss of lust, loneliness and love
I am only poised to ponder of whom
- Is fulfilling yours.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008