Fall of Innocence

I saw him tiny, little baby
crawling on the balcony alone,
as I stood on a firm ground
three stories below.

Held up by the mischievous nature
he climbed up on top 
of the balcony sill,
uttering a determined murmur.

Holding their breath two older boys
came to watch, 
astonished by what might be,
quietly placing their hands to rest 
on my shoulders.

On the brink of his life
he made each move,
not having eyes yet to see
that the air may consume him.

Let's go and tell, I said,
wondering whether we should.
No, let's stay and watch,
whispering voices held me 
by my shoulders.

And, we stood still enveloped 
in cruel reverie, 
holding our transfixed, 
cold gazes.

He did not fall, 
shaking hands of the old man
grabbed the youth and held it
in the large arms clasped to the heart.

He did not fall, something else did, 
as I heard disappointed sighs 
of my friends.
It fell and shuttered, 
never accepting its new form.

Sitting on the roots of the old oak,
where I hid under shadows minutes later,
everything all of the sudden
seemed bigger than me,
I felt the icy splinters
in my eye and heart,
I was being seized 
and taken away by life.