Wendy Darling asked where he lived
second star to the right, said Peter
and straight on till morning

once upon a time
in a nightgown adventure
a medley of fluttering fairy smiles
blue velvet dreams, and pirates by the shore
we believed that all anyone could need
were faith, trust and pixie dust
we stitch shadows to our feet, to remind us
of who we are without light

and the years after, we waited
our heads, resting on windowsills
we mapped the path between the stars
and during our long starlit vigil
we dreamt of you, Peter
of the twinkle in your eyes
as if they were the point on which
all the universe revolved

there will come a time
when we all fall victim to chronology
when Tiger Lily will have to hang her
dreams next to business suits on hooks
when the Lost Boys are all men now
hand over their still stargazing souls
into the claws of a corporation
swim with sharks until they drown

the villain will look different now
he has traded his eye-patch,
his flying pirate ship and his metal hook
for a business suit and a microphone
but he is still the same man behind this façade
the same fire in his heart
still spiteful, still angry, still afraid
of little boys and girls
and he will scatter bombs like fairy dust
over their rooftops

they will tell us to be realistic
this will hurt
because when we were children
they told us to dream big
they told us that the world is at our feet
only to rip our shadows from beneath us

so when one day, you realize
your shadow has vanished, Peter
please do not come looking
you won’t find me
because this Wendy Darling has left her
childhood in the gilded cages of her past
you won’t recognize her anymore


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