A/N: I was in a poetry mood for some reason…so thus spirited this poem, revolving around Peter Pan. "Quotations" will signify direct quotes from the lyrics… so I take no claim in them either.
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Disclaimer: Didn't I just disown everything a few lines ago? When will you copyright people be happy? Oh well… I don't own Peter Pan or the blurbs of lyrics used. Here…have a cookie.
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Part I: The Second Star To The Right
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Long, the daylight hours quake,
Sixteen, last time I was told.
And through the hardship, heartaches,
My heart waits for night to unfold.
A starlit night, to where upward I glace,
To see the luminescent past.
To read the tales of Capricorn and Crux,
To imagine the strength of Orion's last.
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Yet a certain glow, has my attention caught,
One, unnamed by any astronomer.
It's third downward from Sirius,
And it has Vega's beauty upon her.
It's second to the right.
That star from which all dreamers dwell,
And imagination needs not wings to fly,
A land… no words can tell.
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How I wish I could venture out,
As my ancestors have before,
But alas, the world's out of fairy dust,
And faith is hardly around anymore.
So as I have done, as the years went by,
I grabbed a fully worn bind.
I opened it to the dog-marked page,
My favorite passage I sought to find.
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A little reminder that my dreams are not gone,
Yet my tears begin to illuminate the page.
It's light once told, that it shone for me,
That my dreams will not die with age.
They really can come true, and lead me back…
Straight on back to youth.
They will "lead me to the one who loves me,"
So I must uncover the truth.
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With a new will, and plan,
I run back to my grandfather's side.
I see tears among his cheeks as well,
But, seeing me, they swiftly subside.
I ask him where his 'Darling' hid the map,
Gleefully he leads me, to the nursery within.
And he lets me have a look… and what to my surprise,
Now in my grasp, on my little thumb, that tiny piece of tin.
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Now I can go off dreaming,
For hooked behind the cover's lace,
Underneath lies a token of elfish liking.
No longer will I forget, but embrace:
Those images of Peter and Neverland.
For, I may be too old to ransom, a knock at my windowsill,
The same still goes for courting,
That promise, I'm still too young to fulfill.
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So I'll let the light lead me,
For tonight it, "shines with a light that's rare."
Neverland, in my imaginings I depart,
Still, I know not to when or where.
But I can see his grinning face now,
He's starring down, and I can almost hear the sea.
Wait, no…I'm not dreaming…for he has cried,
"Ah, the cleverness of me!"
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