Dream 7

I dream an Irish road and wake
I dream seven singers and wake
I dream night falling and wake
with my heart in my fingers
I dream hitch-hiking and catching a train
back to the city and wake
with a wish in my hands —

arch way of trees
a rain-green air
seven singers
stones —

seven singers mend a road
seven workers placing stones
four faeries and fourteen faery children
and 40 faery souls and 40,000 old spirits —

wrap my dream in green rain arms
touch my skin with soft child skin
touch my 40 skin with tender 7 skin —

while you still want to
while your age is a lucky number
and mine’s a luckier one