The Crow Flies

The crow flies over skies Looking down on a world Moving forward, no lies. The crow flies calling Singing songs only loved ones Hear, don’t deny. The crow flies holding close Treasures found, lost Seen by no other eyes. The crow flies. ~ Patrice © Patrice...

Wouldn’t It Be Nice

Wouldn’t it be nice If the world laughed No one cried and in the sea No fish, no lives No one No one died. Wouldn’t it be nice If the world turned Looking at itself Making no excuses, no lies Just told the truth With open-hearted sighs. Wouldn’t it...

Another World

Another world drifting by Deep, high in the sky No words said, no lies or cries Life lived in another way A world that gives but never stays. This world’s sky is lit By that that seems round Hardened softness no one knows Nor hears a sound. Another world far...