i once believed that i was flying,
dancing across the night sky in a gown made of silken songs
and
beautiful ribbons dripping with golden memories
the second star never shone so bright,
my Neverland was on the tip of my tongue
the resolving note of an airy melody,
my fingers nearly tripping over themselves in a rush to find it
for a fleeting moment the world was saccharine
enveloped in the bleary morning light
eyes not yet adjusted, heart not yet steeled
for the harsh light of day
i almost found my Neverland
but
it was much darker
than i had once believed.