Sunday, May 6, 2012
Poetry Emotion: The Lost Boy's Secret Council
Peter slept deeply that morning
Neverland's sun rising high
The Lost Boy's called a council
Asking desperate questions why
Tinker sat as the chairman
... Their hope she had took
Though no boundary surrounded them
They were pages in her book
Tink took the stage with laughter
Glowing like a flower in bloom
She said, "Boys we have gathered,
To watch Peter seal our doom."
The boy Justice spoke swiftly
"Of what end do you speak?"
he was answered by Prudence
"It's the girl Peter seeks."
"He has lost his sense of a place,"
"That Indians and mermaids do share."
"This girl comes to our Neverland,
"From a place that is Neverthere."
Copyright 2012 Edward Randall Arriaga
Image: Thomas Kinkade Signature Gallery