Soliloquy for a Nightingale

Fly away my fair evening grace, forsaken ‘gain forth of light,
by thy soul of thy song I swear I twas swain
nay now I hear thee not for thy love hast taken flight.
Yester- eve thou did sit ‘pon hearts purchase caressing mine ear with content,
yet twas it merely for the night as came the break of daylight
and my soul twas left to lament – fly, fly away my fair evening grace,
yet leave me not to the revelry of the lark,
I wilst forsake his happy tune for I wait on the moon
when thou returnest ‘gain with mine
- Heart.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

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

Faith

To follow your grace –
Is to know that you would not lead me upon paths
of which your love would not protect me.
That even surrounded by this darkness I do not despair
for it is your love which lights my way
as I am guided by its
- Promise.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Solitude

Such is the comfort of silence –
Where upon I open my heart
that it might be filled with thoughts
- Of you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Sensuality

Such is the touch of intimacy –
As one would explore the nakedness of a butterfly
Therefore to place beneath her wings a kiss gentle of the wind
as to lift her to the heights of her trembling adore
encompassed by the residue of
- Passion.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

Strength

For what reasons have I written -
Except for all of those who have touched my heart.
The ones I loved. The ones I have lost. The ones I leave behind.
If I never told you that I loved you – I should have.
If I did – I can only hope it was
- Enough.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009

The morning star

Thus is the beauty of thy temptation –
Nestled deep within the bosom of the crescent moon
thy jewel entices me with the very grace from which it hast fallen.
Yet thou would only lead me to the edge of the world
until I tumble into the eternal despair
- Of thine arms.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2009