Peter Pan

I.

Luminous clouds of velvet bear your name.

The rain brings a touch of the

laughing dew drops dancing on your cheeks.

I love to feel the rivers of your thoughts.


II.

In circles flow all the great rivers of our hearts,

Never in lines,

from end to end they are joined.

We try to fashion them into shapes of our own fancy

Sometimes it seems we have succeeded

And I made pretty designs with your intentions.


But beginning and ends are stamped into our souls

They are our inheritance, passed down from ancestors born to die.

Consumed with that first great injustice

We are fated to act it out on every stage, small or large

That we tread upon.

It cannot be avoided;

Every cell in our body longs for closure,

not eternity.


I am Peter Pan, who wanted a beginning with no ending.

He flew in the sky, more lost than even the Lost Boys.

Because even the Lost Boys

At last came to an end,

Cajoled and deceived into it by Wendy, that Witch of bedtime stories and

goodnight kisses

No dreams of Mother for Peter!

A boy who has no origins can defy his fate.


III.

You should have been my confederate, my ally,

My lost child in the garden.

We could have lived together, you and I,

And we could have shared the earthworms and slugs, and tangled weeds.

But you left me in the garden when the sun went down


I looked up in the sky to find those velvet clouds

The sky was crowned with purple and orange streaks of light,

a reflection of our invulnerability

but your name was gone.