Neverland

Second star to the right and straight on to morning,

a secret place of lost boys and other dreamers, grand adventures, and

stories, that’s where you’ll find me most days, perched

in a tree, attentive, ready to leap down and take flight,

just a sprinkling of pixie dust to set me free, Peter’s home,

where dreams are born, and time is never planned; and should

you look for me, it’s not on any chart, no X to mark the spot;

you must find it with your heart, in the imagination, returning

again to childhood delight and wonder, a scary world, perhaps,

just keep an open mind, and remember - you have been warned –

once you find your way there, you can never, never grow old,

stuck forever in a childish world of dreams and fantasy, faith

and trust, pixie dust, a treasure if you stay there, more precious than gold;

just think of lovely things and your heart will fly on wing,

for that, my friend, is where you’ll find me, Neverland,

second star to the right and straight on to morning.