• GATEWAY TO MY NEVERLAND •
Isn't it wonderful how you paint pictures
Without ever holding a paint brush?
Daguerreotypes and tintypes you click
With nothing but vellum and dried black ink?
Ominum-gatherum of spherical worlds
You take me to lands magical and humdrum.
Show me hearts of mine and others',
You let me breathe the air of past and future...
Peter Pan had his one Neverland but you,
You take me to a thousand Neverlands and I,
I step, I jump, I walk, I leap, I saunter
Eyes glimmer like a nine year old kid,
Hands wampish like butterfly wings...
Wise like the three-eyed raven from Game of Thrones
With splashes of blissful delight; never old or forever old,
You age like an elegant wine or do you age at all?
For I have known you even before I've met my glasses.
I look old, older than you; time's floating away
Like dandelions on a sultry summer day
I become young in your fantastical worlds
Where time stops, going in standby
But, au fond, I am getting old, old and older
Truth! It is the truth when I say with hand on heart
You are the gateway to my Neverland...
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