Did you see, do you know?
Tell me, tell me if it is so
See only white, no black in sight
Not sure where all the gray did go.
Did you see, do you know
All the stress, heartache where
Where did it go?
Nothing seems the same
It blossoms, it sings a refrain
Tell me, tell me
Did you see, do you know?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Then it happened going far from away
To the depths of happiness
Making my year, my day.
Holding on with joyous gladness
Heading thru the mired deep
Coming out in the other happiness
Feeling pleasure ever so sweet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
When I think of what has come
What has gone
My heart breaks from holding on
To a life that has already gone
A life that now has succumb to being
Just a shell of that that’s been
No more laughter
No joyous lightly radiating beam.
Sit in silence quietly
Wait for death to take hold of me
Wrap it’s deathly arms enveloping
Taking me to a place with maybe
Some of that old ecstasy
But til then I’ll wait and see
Think of what has come
And what’s to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Pull me to the centre
Stand in front of me
Protect me from whatever comes
Wanting
To inflict harm on me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Another year just today
Came to be, passed away
Looking
To the one to come
Wishing
Hoping
For a fortunate outcome.
Come join me
In the passage thru
A year
A day
A week or too.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Seeking Gently
Life.
Nothing else matters
It makes you whole
Reaching for
Seeking that wonderful
Life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Magnificence belongs in the hearts of minds
No longer loitering not defined
Pursue your dreams, be not dismayed
For in your heart your mind will play.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I know
The world goes round
I know what has been
Comes back around
I know my sorrow and my joy
All come and go
Leaving feelings
Sometimes I don’t want to know
Then again I know
What is now does not last
It comes to past then goes
As all the world does
This I know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Here we go again
Here we are once more
Hold on tight
Rest
Sleep thru the night
Ready for the morning light
Crises come, then they go
In between
Comfort for the haunted soul.
~ Patrice 
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