Some Pixie Dust

There she is again, a person there but something more.

Even unadorned, she strikes a chord, it almost feels like home.

It’s hard to look away! I thought my feelings died some yesterday,

But today, a feeling rises like them tides in that crystal bay.

I remember being on that pirate ship, a hook in my chest.

Bloodied, battered and captured, all those lost boys I wept.

Those happy thoughts faded, as I stood solemnly at the plank.

It felt like the death of me in those days my heart sank.

And all those maids that found my face, deep within the sea,

They tried their best to fill my lungs, but still I couldn’t breathe.

I caught sight of such dames, a share of beautiful dreams.

In spite of their devotion, my heart was still swept downstream.

And afterwards as I rolled around, muddied and unbound,

Familiar was self-pity, happiness buried beneath the ground.

There beneath my shaking feet, as I smashed the earth of my defeat,

I caught me a happy thought, a feeling wholly complete.

And as I learned to swim again, past those faces coming in,

I found in myself a strength of trust, in the choices I commit.

The surface came with a soft thrash, like Thanos with a snap,

But there is no going back in time; I finally made peace with that.

Open eyes, awakened heart, I finally fly today.

I see not Wendy, yet another face and it’s hard to look away.

These feeling stirs like pixie dust, like a concert on a stage.

My heart gives in this time, maybe Peter’s come of age.

May he learn to fly again,

Or maybe he will die.

But then he may rise again,

A man must always try.