Relentlessly she tossed
Waiting for the boy in green
Still not accepting
He was nothing but a dream
Like a rose the moon bloomed
As the frozen landscape slurred
Streetlamps gathering sounds
... But the mists kept them blurred
A silence same to the houses
Where the English soundly slept
But Wendy heard the noise
As the snow melt sadly wept
Like a raven in a poem
Came on her glass a tapping
She tossed away her covers
Knowing it was happening
At the window a shadow hunkered
Shivering in the chill
But the frost had not taken
The strength of her will
"Wendy," the shadow whispered,
"Are you ready to fly?"
"There is no need whatsoever"
"To bid your parents a last goodbye."
"Who are you?" she asked
"And then I'll ask no more."
"I am the key," Peter answered.
"And I am your Door."
"Let us go to a place,"
He said with a smile.
"I never believed in Destiny,"
"But for you I will awhile."
Copyright 2012 Edward Randall Arriaga
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