Stingrays flying
In a most beautiful place
In awe, inspired by their beauty, their grace.
Leaping from the sea
Are they jumping in fear
Running from danger beneath the waves?
Not known for sure
For they may be just washing mites
From their smooth, dark face.
Stingrays flying
Leaping
With a particular ballet grace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
For all I know
It could be not a thing
In a abyss of something.
For all I know
I’m not here.
For all I know
This is a dream
I’ve dreamt before.
But who keeps score
No one
For all I know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Grass grows up
From falling spring rain
As nutrients blend
Into earth parched cold
From winter’s freezing reign.
Optimistic and hopeful
Flowers bud
Unfurl
To warm sun rays.
Babies of all kinds born
Guarded lovingly by
Mothers, fathers working tirelessly
Feeding open mouths
Sometimes hard to attain.
Spring has come
The air is full
With a sweet, melodic refrain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Nobody said I had to know
Nobody knew whether
I needed to go
To a place so true
Where the sky is a radiant blue
The grass beneath soft, tender feet
Welcomes all
And holds them safe
Need not go to another place.
Nobody knew
Nor did they say
What would happen in a place
So full of beauty, dignity
And quiet grace
That I know, I’ll live, I’ll see today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I’m here
And have been before
Nothing is negative
Everything is forever more.
Shape and time may change
The world revolve
In a different timeframe
Still all is forever
Forever the same.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When I felt your heart next to mine
When I saw my life and yours intertwined
My soul was full and so sublime
When I was yours and you were mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I don’t know what’s to be
Not my responsibility
I do know I can’t be afraid
Of the future nor remorseful
Of my past destiny.
My duty to me
Is to combine what I don’t know
With what I do know
Living in the midst of that
Which is now a blessed me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Putting together
A plan
Making it work
Making it grand.
Don’t know
The outcome
Don’t know the path
I must take.
Only thing I know
I have a plan
And it is great
Grandiose and grand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I’ll hold you
Til my heart burns out
My lips not speak
And
My eyes won’t cry.
Then and only then
Will I let you go
Free
To be in eternity.
I’ll still be there
And
Together we’ll share
A love so strong
Not a word or a universe
Can keep us apart.
For you, you see
Will always be
A burning
A burning in my heart
For me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
There I am in my robe
Watching closely as the earth disrobes
All it’s ugly, nasty things
Rising up in beauty
Filled with summer and with spring.
Winter’s cold, bitter hate
Melted here, no distaste
Only warm, fulfilling beams
Creating more lovely dreams.
Bless the ground I stand upon
Know it gives me faith true and strong
Trusting I’ll be here long after
Spring flowers fade and go
But memories of what has been
Or yet to come
Will hold my own sheltering robe so tight
That I know I will be safe
On earth’s soft ground tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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