Quenten McClellan

A Cold Sun sets
in december rain.
Flowers wilt
when they see the flame!
...

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,
...

Close your weary eyes
As the night sets in our
Loving tenderness.
...

Summer tides rest on the shores
The only thought that rests my mind
Is the memory of you that I find slipping through the doors
But I know you were so kind.
...

Pretty pink nipples laid on dusty sands
The mountains quivered
Under shaking glands
Her legs slithered
...

Her brown eyes sat alone,
Holding up a mask to the world
Hiding the fear, hiding the sorrow.
...

I miss the way your body
curved with mine, when we laid
together in the lonesome nights
of you and I
...

Her Beauty is that of an angel,
Every inch of her body perfectly sculpted
By the gracious hands of God,
And every strand of golden brown hair,
...

A cool summers day i held you in my arms,
the wind blew lightly and sang a little song
joy filed my heart but then you were gone,
i looked over my shoulder for the last time
...

Empires fall
When storm clouds
show thier heads!
...

Grey skies are filled
with hope
Just as blue skies
are filled with dread
...

The blonde flecks in her hair
Ring soft sills in the air
As the love of her heart
Strew the world with common art
...

She is the angel in the rough,
Hiding in the thick brush
Under the dust and flame
Until she shines the same.
...

From dusk till dawn
i will be there to protect and comfort you
from your first yawn
to your last sneeze (bless you)
...

Time is trapped
In your eyes,
A glance to me,
Was the stopping of the tides.
...