Who still remembers
popcorn ceiling busting open,
Starry Stallions galloping curiosity,
all wonders glinting from every direction?

Who still remembers
Fireflies of ignited love
with puzzling flights aglow,
Working magic spells before their eyes?

Who still remembers
Eggshell sensitive
before the stomping?
All curving smooth white
like secret globe orbiting perfect space.

Who still feels quaking aspens
speak God's name on a wind we all travel through?

I can hear it louder than ever before, now that I have returned to you.

Except now,
All your magical spells
bring floods from my humble eyes.