Sprinkle me with pixie dust
And I'll fly with you to Neverland.
Share with me your adventures,
And I'll share with you my secrets.
Let's go back down the rabbit hole,
Chase the Queen out of her own castle.
Let's fly on the backs of dragons,
Fight the Evil Queens and wear their cloaks.
We'll run through the closet
And come out the other side
We'll reign as Kings and Queens,
Over our land with Aslan.
We'll travel the yellow brick road
And uncover Oz,
We'll dance in silver dresses
Until we crack our glass slippers.
We'll dance in the rain
With Thumbelina
And run through the forests
With Red Riding Hood.
We'll play with the wolves,
The faeries,
The nymphs,
And the centaurs.
They called me Icarus,
The one who fell.
And you were Peter Pan,
The boy who lived forever.
I thought of you
As my kingdom fell down around me
And the arrows pierced my heart.
Your coffin was heavier than it should have been
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~October
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
