I Cried
Warm tears like a humid summer rain.
Plentiful tears that bring
The green to the leaves.
I Cried as I felt it
Being pryed from my hands
Gently as a mother would do,
To stop her baby
From placing a sharp stone
In its soft lips.
But it wasn't a stone
And I knew I could never get it back.
I cried for the past,
For the memories, the innocence, and the castle walls,
That had been my fortress and shelter.
I cried for the future.
Like gazing out on the vast ocean
I could see the surface.
I knew there were beasts below.
I knew there were treasures.
I knew it went on forever.
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