You Are The One, The Special One

You are the one, the special one
That makes me catch my breath
Lost for words to express
The love I have
In my beating breast,

No words remain to take me
Any closer to a heaven on earth
As I lie side by side
With my dear sweet love
The only one I do love.

A love I adore, breathe
And live for
You are the one, the special one
My Valentine
I’ll cherish evermore.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson -2019

Nothing To Say

Nothing to say, not today
No one comes, no one says
Anything relevant or astute

But then

I look outside and see
The world in all it’s beauty

Snow drifting by
Trees standing proud
Birds flying round

That’s when I realize
There’s nothing more to say
It’s already said

I just need to sit back
Enjoy this spectacular scene
This journey, this ride

I’m lost for words
My heart does sigh.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

I Live In The Past

I live in the past
I see those days
I hear that heartbeat
Unable to make
Those old thoughts
Go away.

But

Not all sadness I feel
For joy and gladness
Support me today
I know I had, had it all
In the life I lived
Yesterday.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Heading Down The Road

 

 

 

 

 

Heading down the road
Going the way
My small voice saids

She saids,

‘Come be blessed and happy
Come travel on the road
The path you’re meant to be
Enjoy every moment
Let not anything just be
Savour, inhale
All the road has to offer
On this great, lovely journey.’

Come along, join me.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Morning Doves And Evening Grosbeaks

Morning doves and evening grosbeaks
Ever wonder why the names they got
What they seek?

And how come blue jays cry?

While chickadees speak
Crows caw?

Truth is, that too
We don’t know why.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Remember Me?

Remember me?
Remember when?

When the world was round
The sky a vibrant blue
And you and I were love so true

Remember?
Remember me?

I remember you.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

I Feel Life

I feel life
I feel the ebb moving on
Moving ahead
Thru from the past
To the edge of all being.

Stopping there
Somewhere in the future
Blocking none
Holding nothing back
moving on
Always, always right on track.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019