Larsidius, The forgotten Realm

I weep I weep but not of pain not of joy but of rememberance of my inner boy the door cracked open the light rushed in blinded my hand reacted to cover eyes and through fingers the light began to feel warm, this this place, this is where I found it this is where home is my tears don't sting my breath it staggers for what I've seen I've but remembered through the light the wind feels bold and carries with it in whispered tone, you must go where land meets body where sea nourishes and fire warms mountain ranges forever worn open plains and fields of grass then the door will fade and you'll find yourself as boy not man as child not mother -tears stain my hand my breath now calms one leads another my tears now meet the cold surrender warmth returns to my cheeks my soul has opened with trust of me I must respect it's wishes true land I seek for room to be for breaths reprieve these wounded wings fall from me wings were shadows thought needed to fly now I soar to be with moon and stars yet ground not far cosmic sway the motion and guiding star