come away

Come away, O human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping
Than you can understand

This poem has haunted me since I first heard it in A.I. I always wanted to be that child, to be led away from all of the weeping that I came to understand. It never occurred to me I could be still. The weeping persists of course, it is a constant, and no dream will take it away. I am frustrated by the lack of understanding of the weeping when it is easily seen; they seem to prefer whatever dream of life they have. The weeping is deep and pervasive; how shall it ever allow us to live? What guilt should be mine, in comfort while innocents weep? But I have wept; shall I not now live if I have a chance? I was innocent once; could I not be carefree again, diving under water, forgetting to breathe? But the waters and the wild hold their share of danger as well. The road ahead will always be dark, but it is all there is.