To Have A Child's Eyes

The curious eyes of a child bores into my soul

they mull over the wonders of the world

seeing not the surface, but the core

of all that his young eye sees.

His pure mind thinks not of crime

nor hate nor desire nor self

but of everything that he does not know

and of all that we can never teach.

He understands not the reasons for all that is

and he cares not for why he lives

he sees not his wrongdoings

his intentions are unknown even to his self,

but as the colours of the world change under shifting lights

and the features of faces age through curious nights

he yearns to see the colours that we haven't seen

to create what has never been created

and to live the life no one was yet to have lived.

I yearn for his eyes that aren't seeing through man's lenses

I yearn for his mind that isn't narrowed by man's madness

I yearn for his heart that is yet to be hardened by man's ignorance

I yearn for the days that were filled with no more than wonder

and endless love for all that I saw around me.

I yearn to no longer understand.