Neverland

They never warned me

that Neverland was an illusion

Built out of the clouds of a child's wonder.

He had an easy way

A simple laughter, an outstretched hand.

When we were young

I seemed so welcome

The world so warm.

But true fire cannot be built

on illusion.

You cannot create

A world out of clouds.

I longed to grow and build

a world together

A true world.

He could not.

He would not.

I had to abandon him in the end.

I could not stay

And become who I became.

And he could not go.

"I don't ever want to grow up!"

he declared.

His laughter light

His world unworried.

Just hold that happy thought, Peter

I lamented

as I left him forever.