Neverland
Little white cotton balls Floating as if by magic in a sea of similarity. I sail just above them, gazing at a vessel of tin That I see as the Jolly Rodger. The view below of vines ravaging the ground. For a moment, I wonder what it is like to fly To soar aimlessly with a childish delight, like Pan. Do I fall in love with the novel, like others before I did? With the adventure, the youth, the Pirates, the Mermaids, the Lost Boys? Oh Peter, do the boys need a new mother? “Second Star to the Right and Straight on ‘Till Morning”, Yes Peter I would love to accompany you, away to Neverland. But there is one problem with our journey, a claim of no more pixie dust. There is also no more faith, and no more trust, no way to get home. Do you withhold this so I will forever be yours in a land of eternal childhood? But children do get older Pan, and I know you fear aging. Does your Wendy-bird still sing delicately enough? You named me a lark when I wa...