Sunset rests and meditates
Sees life in all its states
Smiling sweetly, caressing care
This is needed, we must share.
Love of life not destitute
Living on the edge of gratitude
You are mine and I don’t care
To hold the reins of any old despair.
Travel thru bright, clear day
See the sunset rise
Filling hearts far into
Lovely evening tide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013