Sweet Dreams

Sweet dreams come slowly Quietly moving thru Leaving behind visions Memories I hold onto Sometimes vivid Then maybe vague They play out active There inside my head. I feel I could touch Hold tight The figures in sweet dreams That come to me In the darkness And early...

Quiet

Quiet Quietly moving past eternity Into depths full of ecstasy. Pause Step forth into your realm Saturated with the crown Of great things done and to do. All All this, this is you. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...