Home to Neverland
I found you
between dreams,
before waking
Gravity
hasn't kicked in
I'm dancing off my bed,
through the window
James Barrie, please offer me
a seat next to Captain Hook
Peter, will you find me young?
Will you find me at all?
I have seven grey hairs,
the last I counted
I cut them all out once
They came back stronger
the second time
It is thundering out
It is hard to sleep
when it is easier
for everyone else
The birds in North Carolina
are ready with purpose
at 5 AM
when my mind is riddled
with knotted reason
Is there anything more?
Are there roots
worth rooting for?
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