Childhood Understanding

Long ago,

There was a memory,

That called quietly,

Among these shattered dreams,

That fill my haunted history,

Little girls and little boys,

Dreamers of the future time,

Stumbling and dancing childishly,

On the gravel playground, 

We thought we could take the universe,

The heavens and the earths,

Oh how foolish we were,

In our past play times,

Yet I can't help,

But remember silly games,

The ones where we played pretend,

Wondering what could be?

Where knights, kingdoms, and dragons exists,

Where magic and music sung free,

Where flying free was not just a dream,

But a definite reality,

1, 2, 3,

Hide and Seek!

These little joys that leaped among the setting sun,

4, 5, 6, 

Tag You're It!

Chasing shadows in the presences of buildings so high,

7, 8, 9,

Ha! Got you! 

Imagination not an escape,

But something so much more,

Here we stand,

Under the rising sun,

Under the setting moon,

And I realize,

The creativity of a child,

Is not easily silenced,

If we only let go,

Of self troubles,

And remember,

Pain makes us who we are,

Since as silly as it may seem,

What doesn't kill me,

Does make me stronger,

It isn't easy,

But whoever said that,

(That it's easy), 

Clearly didn't understand,

The secret message, 

That if I hurt a little,

And I understand you,

Well, it might be worth it after all,

Since children,

Might be supposedly innocence,

In their beautiful simplicity,

It's this simplicity in a world so filled with complexity,

That little girls and little boys,

Who tango in the sunlight,

With laughter ringing free,

Understand that the details don't exactly matter,

When all you really need,

Is to say,

"Nice to meet you."