Patricia Fritsche

Unearthed

Pursued my passion for composition, exploring of mind and emotions and bringing light, somehow to our earth in transition needing help and change. From the seventies till now one can see its outcome. Love being a part of the writing community in whatever degree.






I slip into the night's armor
finding vacant folds
to rest the senses in over drive,

 make for due presence
 a comfort zone
 for heart's on the fence
 needing this space alone.

Meditation with no loud
ticks addressing its passing is cleared.

And with this silent peace covering
any chill that could enter
somehow, will not be forsaken.

What really matters this testament
to life
not to be swept away and forgotten.

The stars in concerto at arm's length
keep eternal, keep night light running.

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