Take me in my sleep,
and make me queen
of Neverland.
Bring me Tinkerbell
in a jar.
Peter Pan,
take my hand,
and lift me
to the stars.
And if tomorrow I said
goodbye,
tell me,
would you cry
for me?
Would you say
your love
with enough conviction
to raise me
to the stars?
Under
this
graceless sky
and
caged bliss,
let us write
our love in the sands
under the spilling clouds,
enveloping us
until we re nothing more
than two
boundless infinities.
