So Much Could Happen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So much
Could happen
If I knew the reason
Why I came here
What I need to see
Need to be.

See far meadows
See trees blowing
In the breeze.

Are these
These what I need
Need to see?

Breathe in salt air
As it crashes
Sinks back
To emerald depths
In a deep blue sea.

Will I reach these?
These I need to see
Need to hear
Those I do so need?

Then a sigh
I hear, I hear
My life is right
I’m where I need
Right where I need
To be.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014