The Calling
His cold hands
carrying flowers
upon the path
along the cliffs
up to the main peak
overlooking the sea
continual winds
he remembers yesterdays
sitting the flowers down
beside a handmade cross
bent by the years
when memories become alive
he senses her
loving presence
tears forming
rolling slowly down
with the far below
rush of the sea
he swallows hard
wondering if he should jump
but her voice comes
softly
Someday
We'll be together again
her words
keeping his soul
and heart warm.
Sugar Snakes
Halloween candy
millions chewing
mouthfuls of stories
masks covering
grinning
sugar snakes.
Stephen Jarrell Williams writes at night, waking from his dreams, before they consume him. He can be found @papapoet on Twitter X.
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