A Happy Thought

I believe in Peter Pan.
On my 13th birthday I decided that if he did not come that night,
He would never come.
My window was unlocked and open.
My warm pjs were on just in case.
My dreams were of flying through the stars to that place I longed to go
Neverland.
Neverland.
What a pecular name.
And He never came.
I awoke to realize my dreams of pirates, mermaids, Indians, and Fairies was
Only in my head.
I lay in my bed warm in my covers.
Cold in my heart.
He did not come.
Neverland.

Now I am an adult.
No longer can I venture to that never dying land.
Neverland.
But I still believe in Peter Pan.
For Neverland lives in my heart.
To fly there one must not look around.
But within.
Happy thoughts make you fly.
Happy thoughts are what allow the fairie dust their magic.
And the fairie dust is smipily:
Believing.
Neverland.
Neverland.
Tinkerbell.
And Peter Pan.