Trumpets No Longer Call

i seep out of your lifemy grip lessensthere is a darker placeand now it starts to beckontrumpets suddenly,no longer calli feel myself slippingand I start to falli watched you as you smiledand I watch as you let gosuddenly all the tension,starts to showconfidence ebbs awayi know our day is overand that it can no longer stayi seep out of your lifeyour grip lessensthere is a fearful placeand now it starts to beckon James Garratt – Monday 1st December 2008

The Duvet We Once Slept Under

i am not quite herecaught in momentsthat remind me of youi am flat and without lifemy personality so blindand in need of lightreason impossible to findi listen to the songsthat we listened to togetheri cling to a duvetthat we once slept underand then I find my feelingsawe and wonderThat I could feel like thisthe mighty mountainthat I once stood uponcrumbles to dustnow that you have goneand cliches about loveand love lost, do littleto keep me warm James Garratt – Monday 1st December 2008

The Last Lighthouse

the weather suits my moodi stare at the televisioni pick over my foodi get caught in the darknessof this, my deepest moodlife, suddenly the harshest lightand it starts to intrudei linger over the telephonei sit and I broodi think I would rather be alonebut I know how much people careand i know I need themso I ache to have them therebut I know I am no companyjust me and my thoughtsa lucky dip of insanitythe weather suits my moodmemories seem like a splintereach coming with a little painin this cold cold winter James Garratt – Monday 1st December 2008