Ramble Little Lamb Poem by David Lacey

As mystery ferments within the womb of Our mother
We anticipate the rebirth of appreciation.
Meditate within your shell,
Build your heaven from the remnants of a hollow hell.

Ramble little lamb, forever onwards towards the horizon,
As clouds above form as child flown chariots, raining down
Strikes on inspiration. Forget regret.

The Muse she stirs my heart a blur,
As spiral constructs obstruct the glare
Of Apollo in his pride