Azure Dreams

There are the chances
he might have
taken when he was
still capable of
taking them and the
paths he might have
walked before his
wings were clipped like
a bird who cannot fly
and the days and choices
that sealed his fate those
years ago when he
was what he is now, a
boy who is confused and
has no family
with no place to
go and nowhere to
belong. And now he will
remember those days that
passed and the choices
that were made and he will
weep in his heart for
what he could have been and
done if the past was
different.

So this knight, the
beautiful warrior with
golden bearing and
sorrowful eyes
will hide behind his
arrogance, the part
which he has
played to perfection
that is almost true but
is not because he has not
squashed himself, the young
child with the dreams that
flew high into the
sky, whose eyes sang of
joy for life rather
than lamenting the
betrayals made and
inflicted on the child of
gold and suffering for whom the
sky cried. But he has learned
and he knows that time
will not, does not, cannot
stop for anyone and never again
can he go back to those days of
hopes and songs and
sunshine in his hair with
the grass tickling his
feet, running just
for the sake of running
not to stay one
step ahead of those
who would hunt him down
and end his flight, and
he knows those days will never
come again and he now
can look only to the
future. And he will cry.