Tremendous so it seems walking thru the maze
Pass what beams life back to me
From an unearthly realm on a heavenly stream.
Touch the golden glow
Bask in that fantasy stream
Mellow is the fellow born to feel all that
That doesn’t seem.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Don’t be bitter or angry
Just be happy and gay.
Don’t let them get you down
With their toxic chatter
Even in the darkest night
There always will be a guiding light.
Dance a light step down the pathway
Smile, laugh hysterically with delight
Being happy and gay
If only tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Birds singing in a far tree
Silent sun’s rays breaking thru hovering
Bee doesn’t know you or me.
Tree leans to the sun as squirrels
Scurry, gathering keys
Unlocking nothing for chipmunks scold
Cussing unknown foe hiding
Waiting for them to go.
Spring day starts lasting
Into summer sun
Join the crowd travel
With them til evening comes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Wondering why or did I see
How the heart mends
Without any seams.
Tragedy, chaos and most likely strife
Rip holes in my being
Then along comes kindness
Dipped in strength
Changing everything.
A smile, a laugh, a gentle caress
Hold me together
Thru anything.
I’m not wondering
I know, I see
With love my heart mends
Without any seams.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Fireflies sparkle in the sky
Flashing bright
Then fading, disappearing in a humid night.
Fireflies moving in a most erratic way
Flying high
Sparkling bright in a summer nightime flight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
As you move forward into eternity
Stop and look around
See majesty.
See forests, lawns, parks and lakes
See people, fawns and a most interesting place
Nothings ever dull if you but care to trace
The movement of the world
For it’s such a wondrous place.
Please move thru this time in space
With a light and tender thread
So they’ll only know you’ve been here
By all the good they felt
From your kind and gentle tread.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
It’s Friday, Friday the 13th once again
See spirits and souls ride with a Strawberry moon
Down to Dover on Harleys all day.
Hear the VROOM, VROOM consume the air
With the night bright in galactic flares
On Friday, it’s Friday the 13th again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Ouch and help went to bed.
Ouch yelled out cause help was dead.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Let me sit under the maple tree.
Let my soul live far into eternity
Let me see my heart soar in ecstasy
Let me be one of the ones
Who carry the message to all that need.
Under the maple tree
Let me be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Cautious, calculating moving forward
In the realm of episodes unknown.
Breathtaking, wondrous love
Coming to the ones to be known.
No more heartache of all those parting
Breaking vows not yet known.
Can’t be sorry only this alone will create
A world full of beauty, this is known.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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