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the North Star, And straight on ‘till morning,” He
promises me. He’s sprinkled the dust, Already taught me to
believe in my dreams. He takes my hand and winks at me.
“You’ll be a child forever,” he says “Never
a grown-up.” He’s uttered my greatest fear, And my
greatest wish All in the same breath. When I look at him I see it,
That childhood innocence, A spark that’s beginning to fade
from me. He’s magical in his ignorance. Of the world, of
life, and of human nature, He knows nothing. He’s a sparkling
star in the form of a child, Full of mischief, wonder, and fantasy.
My feet rise from the floor. He’s teaching me to fly, Defying
gravity By the grace of magic. “Believe!” He tells me,
“You have to believe!” I close my eyes, And drink in
this feeling, Of weightlessness, freedom, and youth. I rise higher
into the room, And reach out to touch the ceiling, The boundary to
my thoughts. We're dancing on the walls now, Making footprints
in the air. We squeeze each others’ hands in excitement As he
tells me about Neverland, A place I’ve always wanted to
visit, But never been able to reach. Morning comes and dreams are
done, Over before I arrive. He describes it all, Making me want
this blessed immortality. The mermaids, the crocodile, the Indian
princess, the lost boys; I’m enchanted. He whispers his story
in my ear, And I can feel his spark, Radiating from his lips To his
fingertips. He’s adventurous and brave, The way all children
are Before adolescence takes hold, And adulthood sets in.
I’ve found my fountain of youth In this shining little boy.
“Are you ready?” He asks me, grinning. “I’m
ready!” Oh so ready To leave time behind. You told me to be
real, But I don’t live in reality anymore, I’m
forsaking it for make-believe. I live in my dreams, In the space
between spaces, Where time is insignificant. And childhood is
everything So onward we fly. Out the window. Around the North Star,
And straight on ‘till morning. ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁
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