The Ladle – Written Monday 1st January 2001 (Aged 25)

The Ladle

sleep in a cradle
eat well,
serve it up with a ladle
move in spring,
see what they bring
sleep in the day
memories touch you
they don’t go away
and when the past,
seems little more –
than a ghost story
don’t be afraid
revel in its glory
sleep with the wind
it is your only friend
in the heat of the day
madness does not go away
sleep like a baby
live well,
for it may drive you crazy

James Garratt – Monday 1st January 2001

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