I remember the night I lay down my heart and soul.

Little young children they were,
full and bursting with joy.

I tucked them into bed that night,
kissed both of them goodnight after reading a bedtime story to them,
turned off the lights,
and closed the door till just a crack was open,
just the way they liked it.

Once I left,
you came in.

You flew in the open window,
no wings but flying like superman.
With you, you had little friends tagging along.
You had the stars trailing your feet,
little dancing things, like sprites they were,
able to change into everything,
tigers, dragons, fairies, monkeys,
all the while twinkling,
giggling.

I guess that's what woke up my heart and soul.
They slowly rose out of bed,
blinking away Mr. Sandman's remnants and dreams,
and welcomed you.

The stars played with them,
sprinkling glitter everywhere,
turning into everything they could imagine,
a protective lion,
a ditzy serenade,
a playful sea lion.

You watched with a smile on your face,
and pretty soon, when you offered to take them awash,
they agreed,
these young children.

You offered a hand, they took it
and flew away,
into the starless night
for all the stars were following you.

In the morning,
when I peeked into the bedrooms,
they were gone.

Gone to Neverland.

All that was left
were ruffled sheets,
cold beds,
and bits of star dust everywhere.

I smiled.

"Poetry is proof that humans are capable of magic"