We have lingered in the playrooms of the young
with tiny cherubs on the run
building tents and castles from chairs and blankets.
We have lingered in the playrooms of the young.
We have danced in seaweed beneath a young one’s sun.
In our clothes of dreams we danced
and wrapped our days of fun with paper, glue and glitter.
We have danced in seaweed under a young one’s sun.
We have dug up treasures on the beach
turned the smoothed out broken glass
into a magic diamond from the past.
We have dug up treasures on the beach.
We have woken from our childhood
to care for tiny cherubs on the run.
We clean the blankets and chairs
wash the clothes of dreams and watch
the beginning of the setting of the sun.