Neverland

When I close my eyes

I can see where I want to go. 

They aren't places of the here and now

and never will be.

Yet I still wish on shooting stars dancing through space. 

These places are bight swirls of color 

and dark spots of night.

They can become so real,

that I can smell the scent of fresh flowers 

wafting by on a warm summer breeze. 

I can hear a brook as it laughs,

stumbling like a toddler over rocks and logs. 

Then the sky begins to take shape,

nothing like ours. 

It's filled with brilliant bursts of orange and red

and looks ad clear as glass that sparkles as gems lit by the afternoon sun. 

Mermaids swim in azure waters.

Horses with wings fly in the sky.

The dark is never a place for fear here,

in this sparkling world. 

It is a time for bonfires on the beachside. 

And as the flames burst blue with salt, 

I can be lulled asleep by the waves. 

When I wake up, I am back here, sitting at my desk, 

And wish once more for my Neverland.