Moments of Magic

MOMENTS OF MAGIC when I was young oh maybe five minutes ago I would spin beneath the coolness of the ancient elm it smiled down on me through the suns rays all golden, green and happy like a soft top whirl about arms outstretched hands float, white leaves on effervescent air heart thrum heavy even rhythms perhaps a call to somewhere bared feet a whirly gig in young grass soak up the energy of the earth absorb the world so far way I was safe caught up in my dream then, to collapse on the ground waiting for the earth to spin in answer.