Somewhere between God and Never Land

Would really like some insight on this one.

Never Fear

A derivative of never land

As the worlds to low

And your heads to high

And far beyond the reaching

Of religious teachings

Eternity’s the limit

Of never fail

Impossibilities shirking

Their rightful duty of inhibition

As adults dream and children listen

 

I found you somewhere between Never Land and God. Such a keen belief in the things you couldn’t see. A trust in the world beyond the fragments of time we so fondly knew. I wished I could have called you childish and perhaps stupid, as at times that can be my favorite word to use, the cruel harlot I am shining through. You were searching for yourself from Texas to Timbuktu with little luck, but the good lord gave you faith, as you once said, those who persevere are blessed, if that’s the case I’m sure I’m damned, so put in a good word for me when you go. I spent my days on the grass with my head in the breeze, kissing the smoke that loved my lungs as you laid beside me reading your words. I never understood the greatness of it all, a man walking on water. A prophetic vision of the trials in my life and yet I dared to never believe you. I can’t say that I would like to be remembered as a fool by you, but you were never that way, no! you were kind to the core with that bashful smile id never forget. We were free, I with my visions of worlds within windows and you with your Jesus.

We were young people living in an old world. I had ideals of creation that challenged the abilities of god and you had the theories of natural selection and the sense to tell me no. We were giants fighting lions with clay pigeons and card board swords. Invincible in spirit we stood as modern day warriors and in that we found pride. You had your Moses and I had Gandhi both leaders of their kind with an ideal future of man in their eyes. I was a dreamer and I hoped for so much and the morality your faith gave was a boundary in which I could not allow myself to fall. We found a likeness in our faith and this drew us a fate of one kind. I had a faith in dreams unrealized and you carried your faith in salvation.

With age came wisdom or perhaps corruption as now I was now blasphemous in my doubts of creation, a theorist in a spiritualist world. We were strangers with illusions of two kinds and in that new born summer I lost you just in the way I had found you, Somewhere between God and Never Land.

 

Author's Note

This is still in the revision process.

Reviews

[Mjr. Tom]

I liked this alot, nice work :). I can honestly relate this and what you're talking about to a friend of mine.

[WayOath]

Wow, so many things going on...wow is all i can say lately. but yea, this is lovely and I'm still wondering when Im gonna get to see never land. Good job.

[Jaffa Forbes]

This is an interesting and beautiful piece, I like the structure, almost half poetry half prose, yet the prose sings like poetry. The content is deep and full... i think i could look, study and think about it for hours. And yet I got the sense it's not a poem really about faith and religion at all, but of one person meeting another, and the desire to know each other. Good stuff,
Ciao
Jaff

[caliban]

great work