I don’t know
What the heart doesn’t care
Buried in messed up
I sip from a cracked, broken cup
Tears run
My heart weeps
For the love, the mystery
That wasn’t mine
To keep.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2016

I don’t know
What the heart doesn’t care
Buried in messed up
I sip from a cracked, broken cup
Tears run
My heart weeps
For the love, the mystery
That wasn’t mine
To keep.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2016



Total mystery holy perceives
All that flowers
On the island of sacrilege.
Not alone, never been
Muster on across the bridge
Into beauty there to live.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011