I once believed in fairies
Clapped 'till my hands cracked and bled
I called them like he taught me to
So when did mine fall dead?
I never meant to grow so tall
I couldn't help the pains
My nightgown shouldn't feel this small
I thought my faith remained
but
Can even that be fading?
Like the ribbon in my drawer
And memories of a never-land
That I'll see never-more
Four years I squeezed in too-tight shoes
I huddled young and low
Not all the nursery's swaddling clothes
Could stop my moon-blood's flow
And then, one spring, he didn't come
Though I wished with all my might
And slept upon the window-sill
All that lonely night
In the morning, Mother found me
My knees and elbows bruised
Without dust I tried to fly
I tried; it was no use
She said I was too old at last
To play at childish games
I was banished from the nursery
A grown-up, full ashamed
I wonder as I look back now
Was it all a dream?
A fantasy sprung from fairy-tales
Is there really no such thing?
As pixie dust and pirate flags
Or clocks in crocodile jaws
As cozy homes deep 'neath the earth
And Good winning 'spite all odds?
Was it ever possible
To hold shadows in one's hand?
Are there no such things, I wonder
As magic
And Peter Pan
Clapped 'till my hands cracked and bled
I called them like he taught me to
So when did mine fall dead?
I never meant to grow so tall
I couldn't help the pains
My nightgown shouldn't feel this small
I thought my faith remained
but
Can even that be fading?
Like the ribbon in my drawer
And memories of a never-land
That I'll see never-more
Four years I squeezed in too-tight shoes
I huddled young and low
Not all the nursery's swaddling clothes
Could stop my moon-blood's flow
And then, one spring, he didn't come
Though I wished with all my might
And slept upon the window-sill
All that lonely night
In the morning, Mother found me
My knees and elbows bruised
Without dust I tried to fly
I tried; it was no use
She said I was too old at last
To play at childish games
I was banished from the nursery
A grown-up, full ashamed
I wonder as I look back now
Was it all a dream?
A fantasy sprung from fairy-tales
Is there really no such thing?
As pixie dust and pirate flags
Or clocks in crocodile jaws
As cozy homes deep 'neath the earth
And Good winning 'spite all odds?
Was it ever possible
To hold shadows in one's hand?
Are there no such things, I wonder
As magic
And Peter Pan
