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Author's Note: Based on the original novel, 'Peter Pan' by J.M. Barry.
Written during a spell of writer's block so I know it is not great. It is the rough draft of a much better piece.
You may have seen me in the night,
You may have felt me in your mind,
You may have heard me in your youth,
You might have known me in your heart;
My world you made,
With the colors of your soul,
With the beasts of your imagination,
And the adventures that you told;
Remember little Samuel from down the street?
The one who closed his eyes too early in life?
I held his hand when the light shinned for him,
I smiled my courageous smile and he was not afraid,
In peace he went, all along the way;
Did you see that twinkle in the tint of your mother's eye?
When she would sit and watch you play in your mud pile sty?
She remembers me as well,
Though who I am, she cannot tell;
You hear your child giggle?
At the sound of a soothing wind?
At the scent of a thousand summer skies?
At the sight of a falling leaf of an ethereal green?;
He sees me in the nights,
She feels me in her mind,
He hears me in his youth,
She knows me in her heart;
Do you remember me now?
Can you recall?
You know you feel something.
From days of long ago;
And if you still do not remember,
Of the times you laughed with me,
Then do not mourn my obscurity,
For 'tis my cursed blessing,
To be the one that ushers in the gold,
And then gets tucked away in the drawers of your soul;
My smile will forever endure,
My eye's gleam will always shine,
My prancing everlasting,
For the expanse of time;
I crowed with your grandfather,
I sang with your mother,
I visited you in your slumber,
I fly with your daughter;
And never will I be alone,
No end will I ever see,
For even when she grows up,
Another will always be.