Neverland Dreams

Clouds look soft, but they're sharp as glass. I reach for them.

They let me pass. Up here the air tastes like a sigh.

A place where clocks forget to cry. Neverland. Take my hand.

No maps, no plans, just sand and stars, never sand

where we stand. We've gone too far. The moon hums low,

it's a lazy tune with shadows dancing on the dunes, lost in a

maze of midnight blue, every step feels brand new. Do we fall

or do we fly when the ground waves us goodbye?