Poetry

Off to Neverland

Enjoy.

I slip out of my nightgown
And into my shirt and sweats.
I wait at my windowsill
For my nighttime guest.
He picks me up every night,
At 11 o'clock or so,
And takes me a flight,
To a place they'll never know.
Past the second star to the right,
And straight on till morning,
Resides the place I'd like to call home.
It's Neverland,
And I love it so.
I can swim with the mermaids,
Or dance with the Indians.
I can sail with pirates,
Or play with Lost Boys.
I can cause mischief with Tink,
Or go flying with Peter.
I wish I could stay,
I don't wanna grow up,
But I've got a family.
They need and love me so.
I cannot go with you, Peter.
I'm sorry, much so.
But I'll visit with you at night,
And remember you in the morning,
Hoping that one day,
We can be together.
Off in Neverland.

Thoughts?----->

This is kind of a prologue-type poem for a new story I'm working on. I'll be posting the first chapter soon.