shifting, shimmering,
silvered dust motes
left behind
Flying,
carried in silent breezes
following soft, haunting notes
Trembling
in the night.
Tu-lu Tu-lu
follow the sound
lifting the dust,
lifting your feet.
chase after noise,
chase the boy
Tu-lu Tu-lu, his pipes call
mingling with raucous laughter
Joyful,
Mischievous.
The sound finds you
remembering
emerald eyes hidden
behind thick lashes,
unwashed skin
and that magic dust.
The song is leaving,
Taking
dreams and wishes,
the last of Magic.
Up follow, frantic
faster now
Faster
you mustn't lose
the music or
the Boy.
Tu-lu Tu-lu, chase him,
you can't be alone again.
so follow, follow
the leader,
the boy,
Peter,
the boy with the pipes
and the magic.
Fading faster,
leap from the window
reaching, grasping, searching
Straining
you cannot lose him again
but now, the ground reaches
Hungrily,
trying to take you
away, but
Peter never liked rules-
even Gravity's
And, before you can touch
hard, unyielding earth
wiry arms have
pulled you away
away from reality
Tu-lu Tu-lu