Poetry from Stephen Jarrell Williams

My Baby Moon

I miss you

as the lonely nights pass

your silence slowing the wind

blinking back the tips of tears

I stand still

finally stooping to my knees

the grass moist and cold

a comet from my heart

breaking loose

streaking upward to you

my love

My Love

please

remember me.

Touching

I’ve written thousands of poems

never sent

to you

undercover all over the internet

thinking somehow you would know

they are for you

telling of my soul

within the multiple waves of thought

and the secrecy of the heart

our minds

somehow touching

with a sphere of imagination

and truth.

Forever

The way

before us

within our living

and wondering

an wakening

open eyed

and beating hearts revolving

around a swirl of emotions

dictating and delivering

a life

heavenly directed

and bound

solid in each other’s

grip of forever youth.

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