Neverland

There is a place in my heart called Neverland
Where the frightened child cries no more.
Its kingdom of dreams reach out with open hand
To rap lightly on my tightly shut door.

The man in the moon looks down upon me,
and I smile and wave back at him.
My bed becomes a ship out on the sea,
And I fish for the twinkling stars growing dim.

Hidden memories of innocence lost,
In the morning, come to play.
They dance around with wings of frost,
to break the walls built of clay.

On the beach drawing pictures in the sand,
Catching fire flies in the twilight's glow,
They scurry around my protective hand,
And delicately perform their wonderous show.

The child within faltered with time,
To be replaced by a man with fear.
The young one cries to once again chime,
But the man so blind can no longer hear.

The child reaches up to take my hand,
To have me race through the grass,
To explore the jewels of this mysterious land,
And remember to embrace the past.

The old one answers the rap on the door,
and greets with anticipation the open hand.
The child within fears no more
There is a place in my heart called Neverland.