somewhere there is between the daylight and dawn
Wendy will come back
to sew all the shadows on
for it has become a blind world
that knows no twilight now
only a vestige of beauty.
not even the flickering of the old names.
his dream flights remembered
Icarus will not drown
nor the schoolchildren to higher rmathematics be solely bound
a way will be found to cast off anchors
once more into the sea foam of clouds
so raspberry and azure at the same time.
the street lights will yield to the stars
no longer will we be barred from what we knew most gloriously
in the twilights blooming
of lavender composed
in the music the music
that never has grown old
resisting all commands
neverland cannot sleep
nor bring the curtain down.
mary angela douglas 20 february 2023
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