In my dream
I see fortune full of destiny
Mine to have
Mine to be
Let me begin living
This my dream
In that destiny
I see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
In My Dream
September 29, 2017
A House, A Home
September 28, 2017
In the forest I found
A house, a home
So profound.
No windows to shed light
But a cozy home, a place for respite
Adorned with flowers pink and white
A bell to toll when someone
Strange comes lurking
Late at night.
A front door I can’t find
Yet welcome are all
Who poke their head inside.
May you see this house
So profound
May you enjoy all it has to give
There in the forest
This house, this home
That I found.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Answers
September 25, 2017
Why have I come?
Where will I go?
Answers here
But
Do they show
The world I’ll live in
Places I’ll go
Feelings I’ll feel?
Answers
I will or will not know.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Everything
September 22, 2017
Everything is for a reason.
Not mine to wonder why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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When I Feel The Tenderness
September 20, 2017
When I feel
The tenderness
The soft calling
From my heart
Let me begin to process
All these things
I feel
In my head
In my heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Let Me
September 19, 2017
Let me lie at your feet
My life in disarray
Let me see you seek
The good in everyday
Let me feel your heart beat
Goodness with every beat
And finally
Let me be part of all
You do and say
All my life
In every way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Can’t Understand
September 18, 2017
Can’t understand
Why the world allows
Sickness
Sadness to have command.
Can’t understand
How we got from here
To a place with no grace
No gentle kind.
Can’t understand
Can’t understand
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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I Did Not See
September 15, 2017I did not see
I did not know
The courage inside I’d have to show.
~ Patrice
Lucy alerted her mom and saved her life.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Fly Away, Fly Away
September 14, 2017
Fly away, fly away
The day is unfolding
The temperature’s cold
Not smouldering
Fly away, fly away
Come back
Amid spring flowers
For now is the time
Time to fly
Fly away, fly away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
