He sat cross legged and shivering
A London winter blowing cruel
As Tinker spiraled round... and round
Telling him he was a fool
She spouted words brashly
Unleashing her deceit
He knew a fairy's fury
And knew the sleeping girl's Belief
His young heart had no idea
Of what kept him always true
But Tinker loved him dearly
And never told him that she knew
As Peter watched her sleeping
The wind grew less cold
He knew that this girl Wendy
Would help his youthfulness unfold
Despite Tink’s best efforts
He tapped upon the glass
His knuckles leaving marks
That for a reason seemed to last
The girl Wendy stirred softly
Then awakened like one ordained
But there was no surprise in her eyes
Seeing Peter on her pane
He said, "I can take your hand with certainty
And fly you to a star
I’ll take a right and follow it
To land that isn’t far"
"I know it’s hard to trust," he said
One who can truly fly
But those who are frightened by our wings
Will never reach the sky"
Wendy heard the truth
And did not care if it was a dream
She thought, If all dreams are like this one
Then nothing is as it seems
As Wendy came to the window
Tinker swam about Peter's head
Bickering and wrangling
Of a decision he would dread
The fairy's voice meant nothing
As he watched Wendy's hand
Flip the latch that would lead his heart
Into the Promised Land...
"Who are you, little boy?"
"With clothes so bizarre?"
And though it's dark outside,
"You glow like a star."
Peter could not help but smile
The fairy's shine still aglow
"I am the Pan," he grinned
"And there's a place you need to know."
Tinker wheeled in fury
Scolding him with pride
Peter whispered, "Tink your breath is wasted,"
"On what I feel inside."
Wendy took Peter's hand
Despite her gown and the cold
"Are you ready?" Peter asked
"To never grow old?"
© Copyright 2012 Edward Randall Arriaga
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