Maybe Tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow 
Maybe
Another day
Maybe it’ll feel like forever
In the way you feel
Today.

But

Your end will come
In a moment
Or
It may have come
Yesterday.

Your purpose, your mission
Is
To live each moment
Each day  
With joy and happiness.

So
When you close your eyes
For forever
You’ll smile
And
You’ll say

“That was fun 
That was, a good day!” 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

Lifting Up My Head

Lifting up my head
my arms, my heart 
seeing all that could be 
seeing nothing 
that is 
empty, lost. 

Maybe tomorrow 
in the early morning light 
all the answers I seek 
will be before me 
holding me
with unprecedented love
oh so very tight. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

Honoured To Be Part

Honoured to be part of
A world caring 
Generous and loving 
Even if tomorrow storms gather 
Obscuring laughter 

It doesn’t matter 
For those clouds will part 
Be blown away 
All will be lovely once again
As it was just yesterday. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

The World Is Round

The world is round
and
comes full round 
what is bad
turns to goodness 
that
does abound. 

Feel the change 
the transition
to 
beauty, grace
hidden in
sadness, destitute 

Maybe tomorrow
you will
see 
all this unfold
as
the world turns 
round you, round me. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Fruits Of My Labour

Fruits of my labour 
Seem to be 
Consequences 
I didn’t
Foresee 

Maybe tomorrow
I’ll be 
In the midst
Of another day 
Straight from
History. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Love

Feeling the movement 
feeling
the love

Moved to emotion 
blanketed
in love 

Vowed to protect 
forever
with love .

Maybe tomorrow 
I’ll see more to be done
thinking, believing
in love. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Quiet

Living in the
Quiet 
Listening to the solitude 
Feeling all emotions 
Surface. 

Maybe tomorrow will be
Riotous 
But for now living today
Where all is
Quiet. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

A Butterfly

A butterfly lands and rests her wings 
sipping nectar
water
all delicious things. 

Then she leaves 
flutters away 
her bright colours
all on display. 

Maybe tomorrow
or
the day after today 
she’ll be
on her journey
to a southern land 
miles away.

Where there
too
she’ll sip more nectar 
fluttering
one flower to another
her colours on display
all those miles away.
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Clouds Boil Black

Clouds boil black across the sky 
hiding goodness, laughter 
beneath an unforgiving land 
the sun can’t shine nor rivers flow 
there is no time for kindness to be bestowed.

Maybe tomorrow 
or
the day after that 
brightness and laughter 
will replace all this awful crap. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Time Gone Bye

I sit here and write 
Of a time gone bye 
Of a time when laughter 
Reached
Hit the sky. 

When smiles
Were all you needed 
To be 
To be happy and carefree. 

But that time has passed 
That time has gone 
The world is dark 
Sorrow 
Misery all around. 

Maybe tomorrow 
A time will come 
Full of laughter 
Happiness 
All good things to come. 

I will live there 
I will survive 
I will taste good times 
They’ll be mine once again 
Soon and in
The sweet bye and bye. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Sweet Sorrow in your passing Shirley
❤️ Rest in Peace dear Sister of Life ❤️