Delicately
I embrace thee
Softly
I caress thee
While with my whole heart
I unconditionally
Love thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Delicately
I embrace thee
Softly
I caress thee
While with my whole heart
I unconditionally
Love thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Cold and freezing rain
Falls from the sky
Falls
Taking no blame.
Only pours it’s heart out
Letting drops fall
Again and again
In cold, freezing rain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

We keep secrets
We hold them tight
Never exposed
To see the morning light.
We keep secrets
Silent, secretive
They speak not a word
Sometimes to the grave
They’re carried, never heard.
We keep secrets
Untold secrets
We grasp them tight
Feeling the burden
The weight not light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

See the rings
The rings of life
See them circle
Bringing
Embracing life
Different colours
Different lines
Going round
Since
The beginning of time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

When I look in the mirror
I see an old lady
Starring at me.
I agonize over
Whether she
Really likes me.
Does she think
Me silly
I can’t see.
But so want to tell her
I’m happy
She got to be an old lady
Just like me!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Another day not the same
A cloud, a veil
Lifted
Now I see my terrain.
All is clear
My purpose, my direction
My refrain.
I sing and live
What gives me satisfaction
Gives me
A life to live.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Sun goes down
Into the evening sky
Leaving the moon to reflect it’s light
Into the water deep and blue
Turning it golden
Blood red too.
All is quiet in the evening sky
Birds ponder the reason why
As the sun now sinks
Beneath the ocean blue
Refreshing itself in waters deep, dark
Purely quiet too
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world laughed
No one cried and in the sea
No fish, no lives
No one
No one died.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world turned
Looking at itself
Making no excuses, no lies
Just told the truth
With open-hearted sighs.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world alone
Gave all the happiness
Needed to survive
Holding everyone in a grasp
So tender, so alive.
Wouldn’t it be nice, Wouldn’t it be nice
~ Patrice
*Please help STOP Shark Finning
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017