If we live over and over.
\nCome through the metaphysical rain
\nand find our houses again and again,
\nI believe our path
\nis the journey of childhood,
\nblankets and fevers,
\nenchantment and terror.
\nOur words are poems.
\nWe draw pictures in the sand.
\nWe unravel stones
\nand rearrange them.<\/p>\n
We write love songs to our mothers.
\nLook down the roads our fathers go,
\nand mourn this age
\ntoo old for us.
\nDays too long without sleep and dreams.
\nIt is not a crime to love childhood.
\nIt is what we are.
\nChildren of dawn.
\nVoices in the chorus of the wind,
\ndance of oceans.
\nWe are children.
\nThe Garden of Eden.
\nLeaf fall, and returning of spring.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If we live over and over. Come through the metaphysical rain and find our houses again and again, I believe our path is the journey…<\/p>\n