children

Now they live in the present,
and they are always real
always here; they feel
the feelings you send
with your voice and your hand;
with your eyes and face
and with such grace
and force they hold you still
with them, in the present
we were alway meant to live
and they thrive
when we stay with them
long enough till they learn
themselves to dream
and escape out through the gate
in the fence we carefully built
around them (just like our parents did)
in the hope to preserve their innocence
for as long as we can.