The Boy Who Never

Inspired by the Peter Pan Motel - Las Vegas

Stitch. Shadow. Soap. Kiss.

He reaches for second stars, while at his feet;

Grown-up conversations underneath

Wendybird's flown in a neon fashion

While Pan stays fixed in boyish passion...

The youth who mistakes a thimble for a kiss

Though I bet his shadow knows what one is

Scant happy thoughts to wing him up

In the years since he's touched pixie dust

While Captain Hook is a midlife crisis

Fevering indecision and rented vices

The lost boys are still lost - though they are old boys now

And mermaids make do in baths and damp towels

How many have sought a Neverland

Beneath surrender to another's hand

When you have seen your world twist and vary

And the foibles of all people, weak, yet merry

When your cool, dark twin has secrets to carry

And the sun has baked you sedentary

Can you still believe in fairies?

Stitch. Shadow. Soap. Kiss.

Let me show you how simple it is