Take my hand and walk with me darling
For I have a story to tell you
Its one of the past, and of the future
Concerning the longevity of a night
And the brevity of a decade

The story starts off simple enough
Boy meets girl, and he is captivated with her presence
Though his eyes rest upon her for but a moment, that moment is the longest of his life
And nothing could ever be the same after
For when you find your other half, you feel empty until unity

The backs tory is a bit more complicated
Girl meets boys, over and over again
Searching for that perfection, floating in the clouds
Eventually becomes jaded, for all of the bad men in the world
And she is damaged, bitter goods

Our protagonist stands up and rushes over
Tapping the ******* the shoulder as she passes him by
I'm  sorry to bother you miss, but I couldn't help but say
Seeing you has made it the most beautiful of days
And though it may sound strange, I feel like we were meant to know each other

She surveys him with cynicism
Wondering what she did to have some stranger harass her
And as she looks at him, scathing rejection on the tip of her tongue
She sees something in his eyes, something pure and intriguing
And she instead finds herself asking, fancy a drink?

Life can be incredible sometimes
And the boy can't believe his luck
Good fortune like this only happens in the movies
But he flashes a smile, and takes her by the hand
Said come, lets have a good time

Trailing slightly behind him, the girl feels a sense of awe
Because she had learned to repel any sort of human connections
Yet here she was with a boy she just met
Off on a date she hadn't expected
Inexplicably happier than she had been in ages

That night seemed to last forever
They sat and talked and laughed
Two souls connecting instantly
As if they had always known the other
And everything was right

They go their separate ways that night, promising to keep in touch
As they lay down to sleep alone, they wish nothing more than  to be with the other in the morning
And with a flash, they wake up
The man and the woman, together in love
With the years that passed by far too quickly, an the moments that seemed to never end

We used to sit together in this place,
my young eyes wide as we blew bubbles in the shade.
Sidewalk chalk lay in a pile at our feet,
As we huddled in the tiny shelter from the afternoon’s heat.

Our hands were full of sour blueberries,
Ripe, but not yet sweet,
Freshly picked in the backyard,
And eaten right away.

Now I’m sitting here again,
I’m bigger, but there’s still space for two.
And one space will always be empty,
As I sit here and remember you.

Child
Wakes up beneath the open sky, he is confused.
He has fallen asleep in his tracks  just a few steps from his tent.
He unfurls his tiny body and with sleep still in his eyes he looks up in wonder, 
Seeing the stars for the first time. 
Child shivers, a cool breeze disturbs the night air,
And in a voice too meek, too small, to properly taste the words on his lips he asks me:
Thomas, am I alive? Or am I an angel?

Child, in this moment is Peter Pan.
Welcome to Neverland this world is yours-
Thats right, its more than just stories, its 
The innocence in his voice and, the awe in his eyes
Its almost as if he transcends time, Child is alive between
Point A, and point A
He sends shivers down my spine as he wakes up to the beauty
Of a world he does not yet understand; doesn’t even need to 
As long as he never stops wondering, 
Always searching, for the ends of rainbows.

Child, 
Wraps himself in the blanket draped from my shoulders
Gazes up at the flickering stars in the sky
Every one of those belongs to you, I say
But Child is asleep once again,
To play among the lost boys, and little Indians, and friendly
monsters in his mind, let the wild rumpus begin!

I pull my sleeve over the hook that is my hand, 
Child is not ready for that yet.