Rain, pouring rain, cold, colder still
Chills falling, falling down again
Winter’s come, pass the fall
Summer’s gone, we’ve missed it all.
One thing we can do
Is pray for spring, feel the dew
Then summer’s warmth will arrive
Holding us, in her arms once again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
See and forgive
Without that we cannot live
Heart full of love, not hate
Make your world a better
Happy place.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
photo by Justin Lane ~ published at nydailynews.com
Don’t know the reason
Don’t know the why
Still saddened by the outcome
Even if time has so long gone by.
Prayers for those lost
Prayers for those taken
All have paid
Such a unbelievable cost.
Don’t know the reason
Don’t know the why
Saddened by the outcome
All I do is cry, cry.
~ Patrice
My thoughts and prayers are with all victims of 9/11.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Hold back the anger
Remembering where hurts were done
By people who just didn’t care.
Not the one they tried to make me
Not the one who really cares
Whether their world is perfect
Cause in my heart, mine is
And nothing, no part of theirs.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Lighting strikes a hummingbird
As she sits, sleeping in the night.
Thunder crashes
Wind wails
Rain weeps.
No right is done
When tragedy screams thru
A dark, unforgiving night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I don’t need to write each day
Nothing says I must, I may.
Not only of heartache do I tell a written tale
With knowing words that ache
As t’s are crossed and hope is there and all I’ve got.
But still, no one, nothing says
I must, I may write these words
Swirling in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Everything is precise
All is exact
In a world perfect
But not the one I live in or want to
To be precise, to be exact.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Delicate, soft and tender the world needs to be
Yet holding it’s own with necessity.
Focus, focus on the realm of goodness
Discarding, never ever looking, seeing devastation surrounding thee.
Delicate, soft and tender that’s what you need to see
And surely be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Did you see me coming down the lane?
Did you hear me crying, crying your name?
I have lost you in the mist of time
Forgotten what has been
And what was part of mine.
Then I hear you softly call my name
Feel your arms around me once again
Trust the world will still be pleased
Even thou you no longer step
Along this path with me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Searching, seeking
Where I need to be
Wondering
What will be, be my destiny.
Answers come
From where I don’t know when
Answers
I didn’t know or need til then.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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