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
So much has changed
The world is not, not the same.
Death, anger, disarray
Where do I belong in this change
Playing out on what seems a sunny day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Temporary, that’s what they say
Lasting longer, not happening
No way, no way.
Savour while it lasts
Then go about
Go about your day.
Knowing the best has come
Has visited you
Visited you and stayed.
Just a little while
A little while
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Combine all you got
Leave no room regretting not
Challenge the atmosphere
Just to hear the echo flowing back
Full of goodness none deny.
Then add it up
Trust it’s the sum of what you’ve got.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
When the time is right and my heart is not cold
When I see things clear from stories told
When madness isn’t a partner in that yet to unfold
When I can stroll thru sadness unscathed and bold.
Then is when my journeys mine
And I’ll hold no grief for that which is not or won’t be kind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Why or what can’t be the question I ask not now
Just shouldn’t be.
How won’t work
Just couldn’t be.
Therefore I stand still and wait for the force to
Just tell me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
There across the table
Opportunity
Stands
Smiling sweetly
He beckons
He commands.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
If I need to write
I will write.
If I need to cry
I will cry.
If I need to see why I pray
I’ll find why I need to.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I had forgot what a magical place she is
Where wolves soar and hens dance jigs
Where dogs talk and cats read lips
Where dreams are real and sit right beside of you
Ah yes, her place is where magical roars
It is. It is.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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