The owl's song

The caress of solitude –

Is the gentle call of night and its serenade
Be it a cry haunting of melancholy
twilight is only as lonely as the accompany of our
- Hearts.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Thrasher

What reckless hearts were we –

That we lay hidden in these fields of gold.
Exchanging laughter and smiles that innocence tempted
and as the dusk descended then so did our desires.
Eyes blue within blue as her hair fell darkly around me
and I was blessed with her memory’s kiss
that stirs a storm in my heart
- Even now.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The hanging tree

In meadow green –
Stands a wood tall of thorn
its branches twisted leafless of serene,
yet it only needs one strong arm
to set tortured souls a free.
Pray my love pray that stout be this limb
might I find my way back to you,
for it will bear the weight of every sin
this soul has thus -
Accrued.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Temperance

God grant me the strength –
To shoulder the weight of my humility with grace.
Impart upon me the omnipotent knowledge
might that I understand the full wisdom behind your will
for pain, suffering, fear and loathing.
Will then I crown you myself
- Merciful.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Miriam

Such is the cruelty of fate –
To have lost my evening star to the light.
Even that she did fill my heart with her loves strength
destiny was for her to shine brighter still
than heavens of which she
- Aspired.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Tempting the muse

Inspire me –
Take the quill from my hand
and drive it deep into the heart of my soul
and I shall bleed honeyed words upon parchment.
All while the ink slips sweet from my lips
as I tumble poetry softly into - Your ear.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Poverty

The wealth of love -
Is to be the penny found not lost
as I gave you the world as it was mine to give,
except all I had to offer was my
- Heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The unforgiven

The infirmary of absolution –
Lies not within the jurisdiction of men and their hearts
but within the absolute judgment of their souls.
Thus even though I grant you my amnesty
there will be only one soul saved from its damnation
as you continue to contest the misgivings
- Of my heart.


© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009