Theme: Inspiration

When Lambs Lay Down to Sleep

Words wander; lost sheep
In my mind, that I'm so tired of counting;
When the furnace of creativity roars
Into white hot life; as white as the
Lamb gambolling in dew-soaked fields.

In the early hours I stretch
For my well-worn notepad; keeping its habitual
Bedside vigil, and scribble until tiredness
Overwhelms my mind.

As the lamb, satiated by a hearty breakfast
Joins me again in dreams of creative desire.


More By  :  Stephen Watson

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