'Times' Poem by Quenten McClellan

I pray for the times, when we lay
on your bed, staring out the window
and into the soul of the universe
and talk of all the things we see true,

The times....when our heart beats
matched one anothers, and the
dandelions sang through the wind

The times when we made love
in the quietness of the world
and love was cast as a spell through
the room and seeped out under the door way
and to the roof of the world

The smell of you
the feel of your hair
the memory of your skin pressed against mine
in a warm embrace
cause my mind to race....home to you.

Time isn't for ever, that is the sad song
of the universe, but if it were....
i would spend it all with you!