Jackson

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
faeries
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