I always thought it was brave of Wendy,  to love a boy who refused to grow. To get caught up in his wonderlust, to fly and mock the crow.

She let him sweep her off her feet, with dust that shined so bright. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and they fled into the night.

Love is a curse in Neverland, unbroken by gypsy magic of old. Peter has a reputation though, tales among the campfire told.

The crocodile turned its clock back, to synchronize with Wendy's furious cries. The lost boys lined up with tissues, to sob their last goodbyes.

Maybe Wendy fell apart when she returned home, emotion finally giving to tears. Only in dreams will she remember him now, as her Neverland disappears.

He wants to point a crooked finger, that's fine I'll take the blame. But when he finally stops to think,  he'll realize the cycle is the same.

Can you love half a person? Who only shows a glimpse of who they are?  Would you move an entire family,  based on a single shooting star?

I used to count the hours, for a conversation I couldn't reach. Yet now he wants to preach, the lack of a fair resignation speech.

It could be laughable really,  if it wasn't so **** sad. I used to believe he was the purest dream, that I ever had.  

I will be the monster, but I see in a clear perspective view. You can feed me all the guilt you want, but I'll just coke on the shards of you.

She wears a decorated crown of infinity, and never sheds a wasted tear. When it comes to challenges ahead, she is absent of all fear.

A lion roars in obedience, tamed she rides along his back. Facing what's coming with great fortitude, never once stopping to count what she may lack.

Head held high in determination, for Regret was never a friend. Hands so gentle that with a single touch, she gracefully brings all conflict to an end.

Whispering prayers of gratitude and counting each blessing as they are. A past that won't define her, she casts wishes too a far forgotten star.

Listen to the warning that she heeds, when she appears to you when cursed.  Discover the courage that you misplaced, and have faith in Strength reversed.

I speak for him
in  soft  whispers
delicate annunciations
     that linger
on my   craving   lips.

I lust for him
With   trembling   hands
    ineffable
             anticipation
    of feeling him
under my   eager   palms.  

I breathe for him
  in   breathless  gasps
startled by    his   disposition
   inhale and
exhale
swollowing profound ecstasy.

I hope for him
When   his  world
  Crumbles
bleak and desolate
      Amity discovered
a beacon of   immense   light.  

I love for him
beyond   comprehension
and far   past    reason
    Invoking
this rectified heart to beat
only
   for him.

Dainty feet dipped in ponds
then pressed to the earth.
In need of a connection
and a deeper grounding.

I admire the trees
Powerful and unmoving.
Never needing to know
any other place but where
their roots lay.

Wind calls to me
teasing my dark hair.
Chasing through branches
and creating
a symphony of sound.

My face towards the sun
I close my eyes and finally breathe.
Rays of light warm my face
Lighting me
from the inside out.

I search for him in my sleep.
His name falling from moon kissed lips,
and slipping into the tangled sheets.

I reach for him.
beyond blurred shadows and blanket barriers,
Arms stretching across vacant space so hopelessly.

Nightmares stay on the edge.
Pawing in frustration that his adoration elevates me,
placing me upon a pedestal far beyond their monstrous grip.

Night fades in a kaleidoscope of rising colors.
Crumbling the darkness into opulent  light,
leaving me always breathless in this unspoken place.

Like rain drops plunging
into puddles
this only echos outward.

I can feel it vibrating
the harrowing space
that separates us.

Ripples repeated
trickling with the notion
that it's moving...somewhere.

Slipping into
subtle transformation
that we pray is growth.

Obsorbing within us
like rain drops dancing
bound together by spirit.