Neverland

Look at the sky as it draws our attention;

it's sophomoric beauty holds time in suspension.

It grabs all of darkness and molds a fresh world

that crushes weak spirits with malice unfurled.

All of evil paints a memory I'd rather forget,

and when I try only history resurfaces that threat.

Yet, there are times every evening I crave it, although

tonight I leave it all behind because Neverland I go.

I wade through the oceans of stars in the sky

and breathe in sublunar liquid as I untie

the binds holding me down to this dastardly Earth

that holds me captive and prevents my rebirth.

The warmth of the water I enter surprises

my senses with wonder and sly compromises.

I open my eyes to see the surface appearing;

the salty sea water now suddenly clearing.

The air smacks my face and crisps my cold being;

a new world I see - the coastal line nearing.

The mountain so mighty, the sun so majestic;

the pirate ships docking look oh so fantastic.

I reach for the heavens and gravity pulls;

with nature I fight magic, and soon his grip dulls.

Through the grey rainy clouds I cut out a door

and fly through warmer skies as I cruise for the shore.

The land of the frozen, in age, where they stand.

I found Peter's boys; a merry old band.

I wave and I jest. I laugh and I plea.

They let me come in, they all let me be.

They asked me my story - they all questioned why

I wanted to be there, and how did I fly?

I fancied their questions and soon grew to boast;

I grabbed their attention, I was their new host.

But half way through dinner, adventure ensued

as Hook burned the fort down - to Peter pursued.

I fought with a smile with Pan by my side;

the pride of that moment I struggled to hide.

The devious pirate gave up on us all.

I laughed and I basked in this foolish mans fall.

Yet, Peter assured me that all had been done

so that I had a chance to just pick up and run.

I failed to listen, I didn't believe

it could be so easy to call my reprieve.

But safety, he said, was all that he cared.

At least that one moment in Neverland I shared.

I swallowed my sorrow and sank in my tears

as I fell to the Earth and all of my fears.

Yet, one thing they showed me - I had an escape,

and all it required was a drop of the drapes.

In my sleep could I dream of that land,

oh so free - pleasent thoughts, fairy dust and

the wish to go back - all I needed was me

and my need to return again - please.

Come back to me, Neverland.

Author's Note

Please ignore the change from present tense to past tense. It wasn't intentional, but when I made the alterations, it seem to loose the appeal I found in it when I originally wrote it. Hopefully you'll manage to enjoy it despite that.

Reviews

[the white lady]

Thank you for your poem.. When i read something beautiful I think about it for a long period of time, in great depth. This poem mostly made me feel of my childhood. When i was younger my next door neighbor was one of my best friends. We had a lot of fun together; we played make believe all the time. Well as we grew older, she started makeup and highheels... I was still stuck in our backyard Neverland....