Take me away butterfly
Struggling feebly against the gentle breeze
Ever victor more than I
Trapped beneath these fraying sleeves

We were giants when the world was small

Cold and sweet like an arrow

Justice in the meadow grass

Flowed beneath the eaves

We sheltered for the storm to pass

Beneath that one dead tree

Unhinging the wet, sharp jaws

Of hypothermic leprosy 

You spoke as if to calm the wind

To bid farewell it's furious life

The storm, the tree, and you hung still

Heaven's soft son, to die.

They say it's cold in Neverland
That stretch between stars
Where time forgets its watch.
I'm glad you invited me inside.

I will end my search
And with one word
Begin it again

A Dream

I opened you up along your perforation
And polished all your edges with toothpaste
Turn back once more, if you'd care to wish
I am only soul and hands and this
A photo of you I stole. To cherish
When you weren't looking

I long to be in the light
Not because
I am shadow-child no more
Just simply
Because you are.