My heart grows old
With stories that are told
Snuggled in a soul
That will never, ever
Grow old.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016



I only write what I see
It’s not about me
It’s not about me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Don’t know where I am
Nor where I’m going to be
Can’t see down the road
Or far off cross the sea.
For I am.
I am what I see
Nothing ever changes
Here, within side of me.
Don’t know where I’m going
Never knew where I’ve been
But here now in the present
Is a charming human being.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012


You are full of majesty
Fulfilling all your destiny
Taking nothing for granted
Softly treading
On this world’s planet
A sweet smile across your face
Nothing of you is not
Full of graceful grace
Majesty is seen
Even in your careful pace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016


Searching for something new
Searching amongst
The breathe of that
That I once knew.
Grasping, holding close
Memories I loved
See them fall away
Replacing now all that yesterday.
Searching for
New memories untold
Searching for a new life
A new mould.
Searching, searching
But no one knows
Nor will they let it be
As of yet, let it be told.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016


Tenderness is such a wondrous thing
It brings us close and it brings us things
Best of all it brings us love.
Tenderness is a wondrous thing.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012