My Inner Child

My inner child has grown.

Rocks and mountains are his toys,
he plays in rivers and oceans.
He raises his head
and sees the clouds below.

Rain waters his feet
but his eyes greet the sun.
He arranges the stars
according to his will.

He has become a Man
and I am his child.
He carries me on his arms
and takes me to places unknown.

He walks through hells
and quenches their flames.
His will is made of iron
and his love of blood of life.

He laughs at his enemies
and dances with steps of a giant.

Flying Free