Innocence

Innocence

And there it was, glittering in the afternoon sun,
A forgotten jewel of memory
Floating above the schoolyard field,
Where the children - running and laughing -
Unlocked it,
Unwittingly, with their Unknown magic.
To reach out, to take it in hand,
Would be too much,
Pain, knowing there is no path
By which to return.
To try to make them understand,
Would tarnish their lens
To look back in time.
It is better they know not
The treasure they hold,
The infinite possibilities that may unfold,
For, only in them, can be found the beauty of it all.