Venture to the north
Up pass the fork
Lined with hibiscus trees.

Gently touch the pure
And quiet soul
Of those that tread this way
So many years ago.

Theirs is the heart
That beats
In the presence
Of all majesty you meet.

On this journey
Taken to be whole
Up north
Where the hibiscus grow.
~ Patrice


© Patrice Clarkson – 2012