On A Lullaby Poem by Paul Reed

Back then
When the taste of honey was sweet
Upon a new tongue
And the days drifted by on a lullaby,
Wrapped in soft warm blankets
And rocked;
I did not know how I looked, nor cared
Only felt love -
No-one relied on me to do anything
Only to wake, eat and sleep
And grow;
O, sleepy songs of those days!
With light filtered through heavy eye lids
And a garden, a long-lost garden,
With it's fresh scents of grass and roses
And the spring coming in like a gentle angel;
And somewhere, somehow
All of this slipped away
As I awoke.