When the time is right and my heart is not cold
When I see things clear from stories told
When madness isn’t a partner in that yet to unfold
When I can stroll thru sadness unscathed and bold.
Then is when my journeys mine
And I’ll hold no grief for that which is not or won’t be kind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I was in your place, I saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
In another life we laughed and cried
‘Friends for Life’ we said that’s how it would be
But
Now I see you don’t recognize me
I’m just a face in a ordinary place
And you walked right pass me
No ‘Friends for Life’
What a state it has come to be.
Just the other day I was in your place
Saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I live in a magical place. Birds sing and trees say grace. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
As you move forward into eternity
Stop and look around
See majesty.
See forests, lawns, parks and lakes
See people, fawns and a most interesting place
Nothings ever dull if you but care to trace
The movement of the world
For it’s such a wondrous place.
Please move thru this time in space
With a light and tender thread
So they’ll only know you’ve been here
By all the good they felt
From your kind and gentle tread.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Don’t be bitter or angry
Just be happy and gay.
Don’t let them get you down
With their toxic chatter
Even in the darkest night
There always will be a guiding light.
Dance a light step down the pathway
Smile, laugh hysterically with delight
Being happy and gay
If only tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Wondering why or did I see
How the heart mends
Without any seams.
Tragedy, chaos and most likely strife
Rip holes in my being
Then along comes kindness
Dipped in strength
Changing everything.
A smile, a laugh, a gentle caress
Hold me together
Thru anything.
I’m not wondering
I know, I see
With love my heart mends
Without any seams.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
An old soul once told me
‘Be kind, gentle and above all full of courtesy’.
Makes no difference that old soul you see
Was a dog I knew
Oh, just so briefly.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
You don’t know what I know
You don’t feel what I feel
You don’t see what I see
You can’t hear what I hear
Because
You are not and never will be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Husk falls, dropping to the ground
Seeds of wonder spattered all around.
Dead or dying not necessarily their fate
Taking food, taking strength
From the earth, the ground on which
They were spat, they grow and create.
Slowly, quietly up to mighty trees
Strong and wondrous they unfold
Dropping seeds that too
Like magic wonder, grow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Wondering
Once again.
Wondering
What is best?
Wondering
If I’ll make the right decision.
Wondering
Will it affect the rest?
Wondering
What will come to be?
Wondering
What will happen to me?
– No answers come but still –
Still I’m wondering.
Wondering
Just the same.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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