Whispering

Wind whispering

Sparrows chirping

Cloudless sky

Forgetting

Histories of havoc

We have caused.

Wanderers

They keep moving

Place to place

Searching

And we that stay in place

Are the same

Wandering in our minds

For that answering dream.

A Few Words

A few words

Can tell

On us

What we were

What we are now

Wishing for silence

And a large eraser.

Bio-

Stephen Jarrell Williams writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.  He has been published in I am not a silent poet, Mad Swirl, and others.