Dream Track

In a sense
perhaps
You hold elements of all 
A seven year old head dreamt of
kind and good
Broad forehead
black whizz of a machine
generous in recognising me grub glutton
I wish I knew your month
If it be October or November
And most of all I wish
It had been you
after bells lights and horses
.....
Well, what do you do with
A head
that never let go off a dream?