Fly thru the air, fly
Fly like you just don’t care
People know the way
They want to go
Let them be, come
Come fly with me.
To shores laden with gold
All treasures never seen
Never told.
Reach for the sky
Fly, fly soaring high
Mysteries to unfold
Your life lived, your spirit
Precious and bold.
Then and only then
Will your story truly be told.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
My heart aches for the life
That could have been
The life cut short for no reason
Other than seemed a good thing
To do in the universal scheme.
My heart aches, my eyes bleed
Nothing is fair that I perceive
Maybe tomorrow sense will breathe
Understanding into all of this
Catastrophe.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The world doesn’t wait
For what I have to say
It moves forward, spinning
Light, dark everyday.
The world doesn’t turn back
Nor stop in it’s tracks
Because I’ve fallen, fell
While traversing my path.
The world doesn’t care
If I start to cry
There are others burdened heavy
Some have died.
The world doesn’t leave me
Far behind
It holds me, helps me
Giving me all I need
To survive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Can’t believe I’m not alone
For there at my side
A presence stays
While I live, work, love, play
And some day, die.
Not alone, never to be
My journey directed
Choreographer, just for me.
I am loved no matter what
I have a place to stand
My back protected
My heart in loving hands.
My protector, confidant, spirit guide
May be those
Who have already lived
And now, have died.
Not that I care from where
They come
Just to feel that presence
At my side.
Will make my road
Smoother, a joy to live
Oh, such a ride!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The wind comes and she blows
Blows winds of disaster
Chaos
A multitude of things untold.
Her mighty strength will subside
Only when her fevered anger
Has run its course
And then she’ll be quiet air.
No evidence detected
Just anguish, heartache
Sadness left
That surely did unfold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The sun shines bright
Morning, noon and into night
Radiating heat
Blending, making rivers flow
Plants grow, the earth breathe.
Life lives because of the sun
Its rays beaming from very far
Bringing life, birthing life
Here and on distant planets
Like so many stars.
Feel the heat, feel the glow
Feel it and know
The sun gives all she’s got
And thou she doesn’t ask
We should find a way
A way to give back.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Feeling
The grass grow
Seeing
Leaves wave in the breeze
I know
Know there is a God
And
He’s taking care of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I find myself standing all alone
On the edge of a precipice
Looking beyond the world I know
Seeing the route, the path
I must go.
No fanfare heralds the passing
No thunderbolt roars
Echoing in valleys below
But there behind me
I hear a soft voice telling
Telling me this is right
This is the way I should go.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The pain stops
When I think of that
That lives, breathes and feels
The essence of the universe
Reeling, spinning within
All this and that.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The sky is filled with optimism
No bird tweets lies
Nor does a bear weep
Wail or cry.
All is filled with beauty
And love
Not one seeks
To be denied.
We live, we love
And one day
We will surely die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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