Babybird

Won’t you hold me within the wing of prayer
that the comfort of love wll find me there
and strengthen my heart while it you enfold
with the warm embrace of your feathered soul.

For there I am found safe against your breast
encouraged thus, my dreams are possessed
so nurtured by hope and visions of height
you grantsed me wings of which to take flight.

With newfound poise I stand before my fate
wings heartened with your faith I elevate
when I step from the refuge of your bough
that I soar higher than I thought I knew how.

Embolden by love I climb higher and higher
up toward heaven, that of which I aspire
with your love given, I am well recieved
for the love that you gave, made me comlete.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Tender hooks

Tender are the hooks of what might have been

thus with fond despair I do regale in them
Splendor of sadness and lighthearted regret
are the sustenance of hearts thus beset
Might the trappings of hope been false with allure
I grieve them with grace that I may endure
Thus I pray fair the imminence of death
shall spare you the pain of my dying breath
and think of me, as I thought of you when
Tender were the hooks which might have been.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Regret

When it is I sit in darkness
I see a thousand lights shining in the distance
And yet I know they are not of heaven
But all the things I have left
Undone

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

The Mermaid

Dropping her blouse at the water’s edge
she dives silently beneath its cool and placid embrace.
In the distance, I hear the sound of a car crossing an unkempt wooden bridge
as she climbs sinuously onto the floating dock and calls to me softly–
“Come on,” she pleads. “It will be dark soon. They will be wondering where we are.”
The pungent scent of summer blossoms passionately in the alfalfa
as the waters of my unrestrained indulgence glisten off her sun-kissed skin.
and I wonder how heavy the heart of a sinking sun is
as I wade into the uncharted waters of
Desire.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

The beauty of agony

As your eyes are filled with anticipation -
That you are a fawn caught in the light of your own desire
They flutter like butterflies, and your lips tremble
Red and full, like plums of passion being shaken from their tree
r inhibitions plucked, falling breathlessly
From the height of intimacy’s
-Touch.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Constancy

May I instill within you–a longing.
A delicate imminence surrounded by the whole of your heart
An insecurity of intimacy, craving for companionship
Would you embrace it as warmly
With thoughts of me.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Solace

As when I think upon you
That I long for the warmth of your shadow
Where I might close my eyes and cross this river of sleep.
For I seek not an occasion of flesh or a fleeting moment of adore
only the knowledge of when holding you
- I cannot feel the pain.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010

Distance

Such were the miles between our years
That we believed in forever
And yet forever was simply too good to be
True.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010