Jean Hansel Bryan
The Stream Of Time
I go back along the stream of time
darkened by human blood and tears.
The air heavy with the sorrow of departed souls
whose presence still seems near.
Waves break the silence as they lap on the shore
lapping, lapping down through histories time
that reached into humanities core.
Along the stream of time are many graves
full of worms, who cared not if they ate king or slave. In the stream of time there has been much pain and sorrow,