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.
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