Sweet dreams come slowly
Quietly moving thru
Leaving behind visions
Memories I hold onto
Sometimes vivid
Then maybe vague
They play out active
There inside my head.
I feel I could touch
Hold tight
The figures in sweet dreams
That come to me
In the darkness
And early morning light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I remember memories
Both sad and joyous
Memories
They come to me
When I don’t notice
Memories
My mind will be elsewhere
And suddenly they’re there
Memories
Real or imagined
Staring at me
Laughing hysterically
Memories
Nothing seems to matter
Cause I remember
Memories.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Memories are with me
I wish had died
Memories of an existance
I think of and cry
No memories of happiness
Or pleasure survive
Remember memories
That took me out
Of the memories
That just make me sigh
Memories, my memories
That make me cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Memories
Memories come flooding back
Some with remorse
Some with a laugh track.
I don’t know if anyone else
Remembers it like that
But I remember
Memories
Just like that.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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
Now will come and soon will past
Memories will be what will last.
Moving in transition from has been
To that that lasts.
Now can dream, dream at last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Birthday Wishes, Birthday Thoughts
You were born, lived and got
A life full of memories, loved, loved a lot
Birthday Wishes, Birthday Thoughts.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Memories, memories
Running thru my head
Memories that I wish would remain dead
Memories, memories come flooding in
Full of heartache and chagrin
Up they come from somewhere
Somewhere profane laughing
Chiding me of what has been
Memories, memories sometimes
Not the best of history that could
Or would have been
Memories, memories that should
Not have been.
Memories, memories wash them away
With happy thoughts of yesterday
Memories, memories.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sweet Remember
Just never to forget
Going down the pathway
Far away from regret.
Love it solely
Love to be
Nestled in comfort
With memories of where
I used to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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