Feeling the aftermath of a wonderful day
Pleasant people hearing words
That blend here and yesterday
Food made up, eaten just to pass the time
As thoughts of love and wonder fill the air
Bringing friends and strangers here together
In a amazing, wondrous day.
~ Patrice
Listen to us singing Happy Birthday to Ursa.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
This day, this day is about to be
Whether happiness, heartache it will be
Greet it with joy
Greet it with ecstasy.
For the next day, tomorrow
May never be
You see this may be, the last day
The last day you see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sadly, I turn to focus
On the master plan
What have I done?
What will I become?
What do I do to make my life
The one I want too?
Then, that’s when it becomes clear
No, I am not sad
I’m just a little crazy mad.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The clouds are dark
Ominous in the sky
Fortune once foretold
Hovers somewhere
Under clouds of lullabies.
Stepping forth, going to the heart
Of that that matters
Is all I’m worth, all I need
To live the life I’ve seen exist
In a misty, cloudy dream.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sign and design a time in your life
Where harbours are safe and adventure your goal.
Leave nothing to chance nor try to control
Be your best life and one with your soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Combine all you got
Leave no room regretting not
Challenge the atmosphere
Just to hear the echo flowing back
Full of goodness none deny.
Then add it up
Trust it’s the sum of what you’ve got.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
When the time is right and my heart is not cold
When I see things clear from stories told
When madness isn’t a partner in that yet to unfold
When I can stroll thru sadness unscathed and bold.
Then is when my journeys mine
And I’ll hold no grief for that which is not or won’t be kind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
No worries, things will be
Take a deep breath and leave it to destiny.
No worries, things will be
You’ll see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Summer, summer, summer time
Ah, good food, good friends, good times
Summer, summer, summer time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Still silence stands quietly by
While my heart sings a tender lullaby
Strands of caring gently caress my soul
Now no more alone
My spirit reaches and it soars.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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