I fear my heart will sink
Deep beneath all those things
That
Run my world
Bringing morning sun
And everything.
Then
Will I still be able
To laugh, cry and see
Moon beams streaming
Love
Filled with ecstasy?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I have found
My life abounds
With great and grandeur things
If I stay my breath
And listen
To all that brings me joy
Love
And lovely earthly things.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
The full and caring heart
Waits to hear
The sound of love
Raining down.
No drip, drop of seething hate
No frustration, anger
Making lonely roads
Seem so long.
Just love and caring
Gentle kindness freely given
No strings attached
No ‘What if’s’
None of that.
All we see, all we feel
Is loving
Caring, pleasant thoughts
Raining Down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Strive for happiness
Creating love
Narrow the corridor
That harbours anger
Let it sink deep into murky mud.
Never saw it coming
Never heard the cry
Maybe in the beginning
I didn’t understand
The reason why.
Now that is over and it seems
The clouds have begun to dry
I’ll take my happiness
And make love
The reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
May the trees survive winter
Blossom in the spring
Sending forth life
Giving all, nourishing.
May the sun rise in the morning
Rest asleep at night
To come up the next morning
Bringing warmth, love
And fields of waving buttercup delight.
May the seeds dropped in fall
Spring, rise, growing tall
Spreading roots out for nourishment
Leaves reaching up, growing
Til the fall.
May the wind blow breezes
Both strong or gentle
And then not at all.
May they bring on currents
Moisture, rain to quench
The thirst of everyone
Everyone, everything and all.
May, may we live
May we live us all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
The sun shines bright
The lake’s like glass in the evening light
I take a breath
Savouring all that abounds
I like, I love the world
That is all around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
There we are
And come again
Nurturing love
No matter what
Comes round
The bend.
Forsake not love
That has been
Hold on
go beyond
Heart and soul
To skies
Where angels flow.
Love will come
Love will go
Embracing us
With it’s magic glow
Touching lives
With a gentle touch
Not holding on
Way too much.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson
– 2015
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