They told stories, seized, and revealed his fear.
The emotionless boy, far from shedding a tear.
Lost in thought he was afraid to show.
The real him which no one must know.
Cowering under the crisp leaves.
His only friend, the moon all would perceive.
Looking into the story-tellers I could see.
Ocean blue waves calling for help, to me.
The silence brought panic, he had been drowning.
Yet the simple young boy would never be seen frowning.
The crystal clear blue waters at first express charm.
Deep inside he’s trapped in treacherous waters of harm.
Black velvet sky awakened with the crescent’s glory.
The only one who heard the boy’s story.
When the sun would set and the city fell asleep.
Wide awake he tried to escape the sea, with no weep.
I could see the pain, the fear, the joy.
Oh which he never expressed, the troubled young boy.
They told stories when he spoke to the night skies.
The beautiful blue, filled with secrets, his eyes.