My mind does wander
My mind does see
Glories
In all their splendour
From here to eternity
Revel in their existence
Marvel that they be.
Yes, my mind does wander
My mind does see
Beauty all around
Beauty for all to see
Beauty in my heart
Beauty
Caressing me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
In the dusky river silence flows
Flowers shimmer along the shoals
No one knows which way it goes
Only those that climb upon the shore
Reach for heaven and nothing more.
The deer, the doe drink their fill
Watching always for threats and still
They move with poise
Knowing others come, living life
Wherever the dusky, silent river flows.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Blossoms bloom
And do their thing
Bringing sweetness, beauty, to everything.
Mock pretend blossoms don’t do
Glowing beauty is all you see
All you do.
Blossoms grow
From plants in need
Of rebirthing self and growing seed.
Blossoms give their life for love
Love of kind and those they serve
But never seen nor ever heard.
Blossoms live
They bloom, they die
Giving all they had to give.
Be a blossom, really live.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Some things are hard to remember.
They crush the spirit, they crush the soul.
We’ll never know what would have happened
If they never had been told.
Muster pass, remember this
They are not your whole world
Only a small part of it.
The beauty of the rest will still unfold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Stingrays flying
In a most beautiful place
In awe, inspired by their beauty, their grace.
Leaping from the sea
Are they jumping in fear
Running from danger beneath the waves?
Not known for sure
For they may be just washing mites
From their smooth, dark face.
Stingrays flying
Leaping
With a particular ballet grace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
There I am in my robe
Watching closely as the earth disrobes
All it’s ugly, nasty things
Rising up in beauty
Filled with summer and with spring.
Winter’s cold, bitter hate
Melted here, no distaste
Only warm, fulfilling beams
Creating more lovely dreams.
Bless the ground I stand upon
Know it gives me faith true and strong
Trusting I’ll be here long after
Spring flowers fade and go
But memories of what has been
Or yet to come
Will hold my own sheltering robe so tight
That I know I will be safe
On earth’s soft ground tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Wonder is what I’ve got
As I reach, reach out and see
The beauty, the majesty of all living things
Knowing they are all part of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Optimistic, let it fly
Down the canyon alongside
A deep, green sea of beauty
Where the world can see
Wings holding, lifting me
Flying high, flying free.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Never understood
How you could walk away
Never turning round
To even say
A kind goodbye
Never understood.
Can’t figure out why
Why it made me cry
Wish with all my heart
I too
Could leave and maybe die
Never understood.
Not now in that awful moment
Moved on and found
The world a lovely place
Full of treasures, beauty, grace
Making all that heartache
Pass away
That, I understand.
But in brief moments
Of some days
I think of you
And still
Can never really understand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2013
Imagine
Today is your last day.
What would you say?
Where would you go?
What would you see?
Would it be beauty
Or misery?
I don’t know
Can’t see
But hope I’d make it
The best day to last me
An eternity.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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