To Before

Let me be young again
and revel under a burning sky

Let the end of my street be miles away
and each step out a magic extension

Let me see under hedgerows
and down into the cracks

Let a pound be gold
Let night be a mystical property

Return faith in the older and grander
Grant me vastness in inches and minutes

Move me to tears with the simplest injustice
Fire me with the adventure of soon

Let me hide behind my mother’s skirts
From the mystery of girls

And if i must love
Let us eat Play-Dough together

Let a summer eve be its own infinity
Let October make physical ghosts

Let autumn be a great topic
To hold our pencils and minds

Shed my hours peering unfocussed through grass
Let me be young again