Dark of Morning

Oh, the clock it goes tick tock,

Records passage of time.

Good for keeping pass of day,

Good for writing rhyme.

But my paltry words aside,

The clock's, to some, a toy.

For not all exist in time's flow,

And one of them's a boy.

Old and young, for him time's stopped,

Look up at London's sky.

Look up and see him in the night,

Watch and see him fly.

Watch him laugh at Ben so big,

Watch him return here and there.

London changes over years,

But he is always there.

So here I watch Big Ben strike twelve,

Begun has a new day.

I look up at new morning's sky,

To once more find my way.

I search for a small second star,

I search for morning's light.

But the dark's still here, no boy is seen,

No glowing dust so bright.

So in my age I linger still,

In London, city grand.

Looking for the light of morn,

Looking for Neverland.