Soft and tender my heart waits to remember
Kisses, caresses I’ve lived in my life, seen in my life
Gentle and kind
Making my world one I don’t mind.
The heart is full with it all
Trying to make sense of it all
Because blessed we be
When in the midst of some senseless tragedy
We see a soul soft and tender
That’s when we remember
Remember our heart is full, full of it all
Soft and tender.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
Everyday’s a treasure
A treasure to be able to share it with you
And I think it is a treasure not only for me
But for you too.
A treasure for me and for you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
For all I know
The world may not be round
It could be full of crowded, crumbly ground
Coming up, breaking down
For all I know.
For all I know
Birds sing to bring joy and happiness
In the chilly, warming spring
For all I know.
For all I know
The squirrel runs, the rabbit plays
Making life an serious, endless game
For all I know.
For all I know
Rain falls to the ground
Spreading life most profound
Asking nothing in return
For all I know.
For all I know
Skin is not skin deep
It lives and breathes
It holds the soul within the body
Until it’s time to go
For all I know. For all I know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
I live in a magical place. Birds sing and trees say grace. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
It’s going to be okay
All this badness will fade away
It’s going to be okay.
Tears will be for not
It’s going to be okay
On this sad but sunny day
I know, I pray
It’s going to be okay.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2014
Did you forsake me, leave me to die?
Will my heart break, will I know why?
Power and strength are not given to cry
But for me the world is misery
Forsaken, cloudy and die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Then the rain came falling down
Sparks of water splashing on the ground
Feeding life to all beings found
Resting only in between showers pouring
Raining down
Soaking up the fallen down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
When the world is your oyster
And your heart filled with gold
Come tell me your story
And together we’ll build
Something breathtakingly bold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Can’t remember
Where or what I’ve been.
Can’t remember
If I sang a song of happiness
Or something in between.
Can’t remember
Can’t remember anything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Flowing, flowing with the master plan
Down the path, across the land
Cuddling close, loving lots
Flowing, flowing with the master plan.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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