The winds of change are changing
The known is not here
We all believe in the future
We all want it to be right here.
The winds of change are changing
Bringing the future back to here
Everything we’re holding
Everything so oh so dear
Will soon be far, far in the rear.
The winds of change are changing
The present soon too, far in the rear
The future before us
Hold it close, hold it dear but
Never forget those we cherish
They’re now in the rear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Spins round and around
Holding on tight
Trying my best
Not to be thrown
To the ground.
The future is past
A present not found
I grasp, I grasp
But can’t touch a place
Not spinning round.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Sun shines bright
Holding life
With all it’s might
Watch it unfold
As the day goes by
Nothing by accident
Nothing passed by
An insect crawls
A hawk flies
Someone laughs
Watching
A blissful sun rise.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
When I look outside
My heart does beat
The pressure rise
A world there where all
That breathe must survive.
Beauty, radiance
Seen crystal clear
Waiting for
Another bloom
To appear.
Times can be tough
Rarely an easy ride
Still all enjoy
They do survive.
This I see
When I look outside.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Sadness fails
Crashes
Hear
The wails.
Monster crawls
Full of regret
Finally getting
What he should
Get.
No remorse
Pity none
Turn the page
Forget
The rage.
Sadness can
No more
Be part of
Hate.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Cold and freezing rain
Falls from the sky
Falls
Taking no blame.
Only pours it’s heart out
Letting drops fall
Again and again
In cold, freezing rain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Delicately
I embrace thee
Softly
I caress thee
While with my whole heart
I unconditionally
Love thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I haven’t found the reason
Haven’t found the why
Still looking for the cause
And time is passing by.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.
Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
When your sweet soul
Touches me
I’m just in ecstasy
No light shines
As bright
Nor does the blue sky
Lie
When telling me
How you too
Are in love
In love with me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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