A temporal vision

A temporal vision
That’s what I had
When I was a child
I walked not as a lad
But as a lord or a man
Wandering, wistfully, blissfully tall
Wild and mad, hand in hand
Ghost like across the land
Through a wall of fog
Tracing the wind back to its iron clay-root
To the core of a cave in the mouth of a cavern
To the dank dark smells of England’s
Thorn and fire!
Green-oaks tall as a bluebells spire
Yews soft scented, with slow growing desire
Temporal visions!
A fox a hare a nightingales stare!
The spleen of a river cutting through stone
Sky and air
Bringing mouth watering joys of despair
In a country lane
Where a noise filled highway, railway train
Disturbs a stoat
A stickleback in its watery throat
Electrical in her belly of light
Where the owl flicker of a woodland-night
Seethes in the silence with earth roaring nerves
Temporal as a winters frost
Temporal with the joys of a childhood lost!