Peter Goes Too

Remember when Wendy went, like a dream so long ago. The pain sat too long, pooled in mud rot with mulch and leaves. I had to figure it out before I let the keyboard go. And then I let her go through the click and clack of keys, those metaphors they journeyed to Neverland.

The path of the sky through darkened clouds, Apollo’s chariot housed beyond all sight, I flew through seas and sank between stars. Interstellar rocks and nautical like dreams, I found the “I” in what once was “Team”. Ionic bonds charged with opposing hues, it was never right to fight what my gut felt true.

And those lessons learned on the steps of cirri, high above with deep perspective nigh. I became content with the night, a breath found steady without sunlight. Comfort grows beyond the shallow end, the deepest self found in the deepest depths therein.

I felt my soul reach new peaks, but it wasn’t Wendy missing, but that language lost, that lover’s speech. One of wordless eyes that say ten thousand things, where a heart ajar doesn’t fear the hurt or sting. To be open, to let rivers flow, that’s what happiness feels like, that’s how it grows.

So Wendy Went, but now Peter, he goes too. Their last song ends with these last type strokes. The outfit gone, night and masquerade, and even those fancies that I might have made. I see a dawn, the sun’s warmth — it feels like life. And no matter when, or if, or how, that dusk may come, I don’t care right now. That I can feel this — I Think I feel alive!

-FIN