I have heard the voices call
sound so mournful
I remember, I recall
Voices soft, a haunting trill
makes my heart race
even now, even still
One day I may too
join their voices singing
such a sweet refrain
But until then
I will be in awe
of such loving sounds singing
echoing, all around.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The blue of a heavenly blue
Morning glory
Reigns over all that I recall
Of summer bright
Full
Full of absolute delight.
Dying now settling down
Falling into fall
A beauty of it’s own
Reds, browns golden hues
Contrasting with a heavenly blue
Morning glory
Hanging on into fall.
When summer is long gone
And I can only recall
Those summer heavenly blues
Most of all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Content is what I feel
I’ll savour, taste, immerse myself in this
Then if it dissipates and the world
Around me is hellish
I can recall these feelings of contentment
Carrying me over any rough road
On this my path to glory.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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