It was only a slight tragedy

Lost amid the fantasy and adventure

Of lost boys and pirate ships

Indians and mermaids

In that moment just before

The colors go on fire

When wendy found neverland

With her eyes shut tight



She let that boy get his pixie dust all over her

And carry her away

They rode on the Wind's back

Heading in no particular direction

Just enjoying the ride

"Second star to the right,' he said

"And straight on till morning."



And she believed in him always

She knew old Hook would never catch him

She knew he would always OWN that island

She knew he would always come for her

Every spring, he promised

And the girl, Wendy, always believed



But the years came and went,

it is written,

Without bringing the careless boy

And try as she might

She just couldnt stay a girl forever

Year after year, waiting by that nursery window

For a pirate ship to pull up

On the nearest cloud

Year after year, watching the

Girl who would never forget

Make way for the

Woman who could scarcely recall



It wasnt until he was dust

In a box where she kept her whole youth

That he finally went back to that nursery window

And, of course, this crowing, conceited boy

Expected she'd be ready for him



It was only a slight tragedy

When Wendy faced Peter

as a grown woman

as a mother

It was only a slight tragedy

When they became lost to each other



"No, Peter," her voice trembling,

"Don't waste your fairy dust on me."

She walked out on him then

To tend to her husband

And when he bent his knee

And cried-poor boy, who neglected

his "mother" then lost her-

A little voice from the bed stirred



She knew who he was

She knew why he had come

She had been waiting

Almost as long as her mother



She believed in him

In fairies and mermaids

Pirates and Indians and Islands in the sky

Where time stood still

And children were forever at play



She believed he would

Always come for her

And that, even if she could never

Make her youth last for always

She Believed that she could make

Peter be a man.

Just like Wendy did.



But everybody knows...

All children

~except for one~

grow up



It was only a slight tragedy

Lost amid chasing the stars

And saving the day

And waving good-bye,

not knowing it was forever,

That HE would be the one she loved

05/29/2004

Posted on 05/29/2004
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