Maybe behind in time
Maybe not ahead of the crowd
But oh, joy is bestowed
Upon this road I’m travelling on.
Come be with me
Feel the passion in a love
Of beauty all around.
Go back in time
Feel the love, the joy
That does surround.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I can’t make it happen
Only make it so
It can happen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Pushing thru the misery
Coming out in the light of beauty
In someone else’s memory.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Soft and fluffy white
Settling, blowing light
Blows across fields buried
In white snow.
A caw sounds the sound
That winter’s come
It’s all around
Listen, listen to that sound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Birthday boy you are today
Across the land
We celebrate this your day.
Happy Birthday!
Let it be a time to laugh
Celebrate that you be.
Many more I say
To you, you see
Happy, Happy Birthday be!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Beautiful white neither dark nor cold
In the night holding close
Tender ones needing hearts warmed
By a cloak of soft winter snow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Our neighbour died
He passed away
Gone to heaven
Just today.
Sadness, remorse
Deep regret
Don’t know what happened
Just yet.
Lights on, police car
Soft voices heard
All seems extremely quiet
Even calm.
Most likely
They can’t believe
He’s gone.
Passed away
In the night they say
Just heard he’s gone
Gone yesterday.
Great guy
No more to say
Our neighbour died
He passed away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Quiet
Quietly moving past eternity
Into depths full of ecstasy.
Pause
Step forth into your realm
Saturated with the crown
Of great things done and to do.
All
All this, this is you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Snow lies and blows
Across the space not enclosed
Cold and frigid it has no soul
Just blowing, blowing cold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Why do we try?
Why do we cry?
Why do we die?
What else is there to learn
When we’ve learnt it all?
Silly oh so small is the mind
Maybe that wonders such things
Holding those thoughts
Not moving forward at all.
Why?
Wondering that’s all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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