Can I call the day away
set sail the blue tinges
grasp firm that old footage
that seemed in the silence to play
Run and find in those hide and seek forays
Of little boy dreams.

Somewhere
In there
He still runs the woods
Plays upon the hills and dales
where the wind against ruby cheeks
Shrills out the pantomimed delight.
jumping the hedgerows
clearing the dyke
where summer sun weeps its rays
into the youths twilight of days
And finds me here.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph