Difficult to remember
And difficult to see
Not the best to my heart
I struggle to become
The best that I can be.
No glory accompanies the procession
No marching band marches
Alongside of me
It’s difficult to remember
It’s difficult to believe in me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Bon Voyage!
On the journey of your life
Climb the mountain
See the other side
Never hesitate, never waiver
Focus on the way
The way you’re going.
Bon Voyage!
While taking thought
Of those you love
Sing a song, a sweet refrain
You’re starting on a journey
For the rest of your life.
And my advice
My advice is
Make sure you do it
You do it your way!
Bon Voyage!
On this glorious day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
The heart is cold
Has done its job
Time to rest, time to be
Blessed forever in eternity.
The heart is old
And has ceased to be
In this world now
Surrounded by exquisite beauty.
The heart is pure
Has done its job
Is now with the hallowed one
The eternal God.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
When I hear your voice
My being melts and does rejoice
Heaven, earth move a little closer
When I hear your voice.
When I hear your voice
No sudden happening
Is either sad or profound
When I hear your voice
I’m settled, I’m calmed down.
When I hear your voice
No heart is moved as much
No success can mean as much
As the sound of my world slowing down
When I hear your voice.
When I hear your voice
Feeling joy all around
When I hear
Hear your voice creating love
With it’s singing, wondrous sound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Chances are
You’re near
Chances are you are everywhere
Holding me, consoling me
Guiding me
Chances are.
Feel your love, feel your sweet breath
Chances are you live, you love
And then there’s death
Chances are.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Looking back down
The road I’ve been
Always knowing I could
Be there in a second
That place I’ve been.
So sad to know
So sad to be
Looking back down
The road I’ve been.
Don’t look back
Turn around and see
A new road
Opening up for me.
Full of promise
Full of majesty
Heartbreak gone
Back down the road
I’ve been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
There wasn’t much time
There wasn’t a lot
So into the depth I went
I sought.
Not hoping to sacrifice
Those I’d lost
Maybe to recover my love
My lot.
In this life I’ve been living
Living with no thought
For those I’ve hurt or discarded
Certainly I’ve not.
It’s not the time
To think this
No
No, it’s not.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Rain falls
Pouring down
Wholly drenching parched hard ground
Giving life to what was once brown.
Rain falls
Its pouring down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I am here and have not seen why
All the answers evade
And I question why.
Heart and soul both
Don’t know the reason
The reason why.
Deep breath, let it rest
Then I may understand and see the answer
To my why, my question why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
When things calm down and all is quiet
The heart stirs with memories, feelings disquiet.
Hard to conceive what has happened
Hard to believe it is now reality.
Chest heaves, tears fall crying
In a crushing rain no one can believe.
Neither can anyone console
Or take this burdened load from you or me.
Yes, when all things are calm and the world seems quiet
The head, the heart are left feeling painfully disquiet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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