Clinton Strong

poem by Clinton Strong

Dawn is rising slow, In irradiated glow. Found among the mirage, of desert sands that bleed. A summer desert rose Of Mexico. As day begins to flow, lost inside of dreams. I wait for you to know, your heart belongs with me. ... Read more

poem by Clinton Strong

If there's any place to witness grace, or graze seas of stars in outer space. summon into the attic room, the secret window. If you shall return to crescent moon, Please promise me you'll follow soon, Just outside the attic r... Read more

poem by Clinton Strong

I blindly dreamt betrayed of sight, and gathered within the fading light, where she remained.......... Onward to soar and perch the heights. here ancient lands laid in foreign sites, where she remained.......... I woke to wa... Read more

poem by Clinton Strong

On days before, the blood rained down. Foretold decrees, had finally run aground. and with blackened wings, of endless night, the pale dove took flight. On days after, the silent voices sound. Untold degrees, walke... Read more

poem by Clinton Strong

I closed veiled eyes, hear the heartfelt cries, Where fear into reside, kept the tears inside. Before the golden door, and yet still losing you. I know forever shores, laid upon darkened floors. with outstretched hands, we... Read more

poem by Clinton Strong

The many will gather, cloaked neath blank branches, where once marched an army. Winds breath drew slow, choked blood lit candles, a fractured shade of canopies. Crows once perched atop, the tree of silence, long ropes hun... Read more

poem by Clinton Strong

I spoke of hidden worlds, but she never heard a sound. I stroked her auburn hair, bestrided feet did lay a crown. I watched her inside of dreams, she slept draped beside a gown. I sailed the empty streets, a town of boats had... Read more

poem by Clinton Strong

On days before, the blood rained down. Foretold decrees, had finally run aground. With blackened wings, on an endless night, the pale dove took flight. On days before, the flood came down. Untold degrees, walked ac... Read more

poem by Clinton Strong

Outside himself he turns a glance, To peel away the layers from all he sees. For he who swings on the flow of dreams, Sits across a field of silent screams. To wait for one to call out to him, From across the great divide. Read more