My heart could not beat without his
so small
so delicate
in a world of its own
I have known grief and tragedy
heartache and lost
the blue loneliness of depression
as cold and dark as an empty sea
I have known love
in many different faces
in many different ways
I have walked through
its endless fields
of flowers burning
in the palms of eternity
but this love
in his heart
it is born from legends
of fairy tales forgotten
prayers from old gods
whose name we never knew
the magic and wonder
that is only found
in the heart of children
all children
and how blessed are we
to know their smiles
and to hear their laughter
to be touched by
their infinite wisdom
so simple
so true
so beautiful
how is it that we have forgotten
we too were once children
how did we lose our way
where in our education
were we taught the things
that stripped us
of our own magic and wonder
and will we be foolish enough
to hand this same education
down to our children too
hope
at times is a heavy burden
a burden we must not drop
a burden we must carry
for our children sit atop this hope
they play and laugh
and imagine
within this hope
they carry and protect
the love of wonder and magic
here in this hope
is their better tomorrow
their better world
I squeeze him a little tighter
and a little longer
hoping he will manage
to hold onto his childish wisdom
despite his education
and I feel his little heart
echo against mine
so small
so delicate
building a world of its own
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
My heart could not beat without his
so small
so delicate
in a world of its own
I have known grief and tragedy
heartache and lost
the blue loneliness of depression
as cold and dark as an empty sea
I have known love
in many different faces
in many different ways
I have walked through
its endless fields
of flowers burning
in the palms of eternity
but this love
in his heart
it is born from legends
of fairy tales forgotten
prayers from old gods
whose name we never knew
the magic and wonder
that is only found
in the heart of children
all children
and how blessed are we
to know their smiles
and to hear their laughter
to be touched by
their infinite wisdom
so simple
so true
so beautiful
how is it that we have forgotten
we too were once children
how did we lose our way
where in our education
were we taught the things
that stripped us
of our own magic and wonder
and will we be foolish enough
to hand this same education
down to our children too
hope
at times is a heavy burden
a burden we must not drop
a burden we must carry
for our children sit atop this hope
they play and laugh
and imagine
within this hope
they carry and protect
the love of wonder and magic
here in this hope
is their better tomorrow
their better world
I squeeze him a little tighter
and a little longer
hoping he will manage
to hold onto his childish wisdom
despite his education
and I feel his little heart
echo against mine
so small
so delicate
building a world of its own
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