Mist rises from a land
Wet with prosperity
Vibrant green leads the way
On a day full
Of joy and loyalty.
This is my day all the way
Nothing will stop me
From being that person
The land, wind and rain
Will make me.
Mist rises and I see
What I need in a land vibrant
Filled with prosperity
This will lead me
Complete me, making me that
What I need to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Pale bodies writhing
Writhing
To the rhythm of the night
Masking
Beauty in a mist of delight.
Born regal
Born of good stock
Not your average dogma
Flowing
Glowing in the dark.
Feel the rhythm
Feel
The breathless edge of cold
Cold and stark.
Masters
Of the night
Writhing
Writhing in the dark.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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