Never grow up; why not live in

the present like the boys cloaked
in green, coated with sparkly dust;
who forgot to trust in his future.

“I do believe in fairies,”
a girl dressed in a blue
nightgown cries to herself
at night, protected from
thoughtful fates of judgement.

The second star to the right and
straight on till morning guides
black eye-patched men to a
land stripped of sovereignty.

A paradise of possibilities,
full of amusing shrieks and
flapping arms; an everlasting
childhood of riding the wind.

Tropical reds and yellows
set in a cloudy atmosphere,
dark shadows outlining a green
costume as pixie dust falls down.