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.