Child Again

I need to sing
a song of things.
Enter the prism of a star,
scatter light,
catch blue from a lake,
and turn wishes
into topaz rings.
To be a wizard of life,
be a bat,
and fill nets with sunfish.
I want to mix the gold
of a sunset sea
with ancient seabeds,
and ride on the backs
of dragons.
Spin with the seagulls
like feathered galaxies,
and be the child I was,
returned to his celestial dream.