How long will it be, how long must we wait?
Here by the shelf we didn't see the gate —
We're beginning to forget the touch of heat,
Dark and forgotten, repeat and repeat.
We huddle and shiver, only cold here,
Inside us some sand — the summer breath,
We remember the spray and the rainbows' kiss,
How they wrapped us in colours, we couldn't miss.
We shelter from thunder, we play in rain,
With us no bad weather, true happiness reigns,
The rain and the puddles, the jumps and we're high —
That world is the one that we need day and night.
We fear that the winter, thief of too much time,
Has let the dear children grow up in a chime.
And they won't put us on over new little feet —
Their small yellow boots, lost in infinite leak.