Never-Land
 

Walk the old shoreline, pick a favorite spot, slip away dream time, sail to Camelot.

Sandy bottom stone eyes, watching days congeal, fancy fountain deep streams, murky, blue and teal.

Hallowed water watched one’s, feathered warriors wing, deep river sleep time, sunken flowers sing.

Cold river stone gills, crush dissenting falls, underworlds have fallen, ancient power’s call.

Faces of tomorrow, days of thunder dance, reach the bold and render, a holy happenstance.

Crying lights deliver, a soft and mellow view, through portals of forever, dreams do come true.

Currents shape the shore line, hardened by demand, wrinkled Robin sunsets, burning sacred sand. 

Quick the dream falls away, grasping for a look, sacred water rolling, gentle as a brook.

Waking now at sunrise, reaching for a smile, sailing skies through never-land, if only for a while.