Neverland
By Gia, age 17, Florida
Two people settle in bed, you and me to dream of Neverland where we will do what we please.
I'll kiss your cheek, you'll hold my hand tightly.
"We have only tonight."
It may be dark here, but in Neverland it's never dark out.
I'll wait for you, beside the carousel.
My hair will be tucked back behind my ear, a white dress and no shoes.
You'll wear khaki pants and a white button down shirt.
Red rose petals will fall from the trees above.
Time goes by slowly - no interruptions.
We'll sit under the same tree by the carousel, reading Fitzgerald and telling old stories.
More rose petals will fall, they'll catch in our hair.
Your laugh will echo throughout Neverland.
Time goes by slowly - no interruptions.
A rising sun, a voice, serenades from somewhere above our heads.
"Someone is calling us home."
I'll kiss your lips with passion this time and you'll cradle my neck in your hands.
We want to whisper something, but we hear the voice singing a faint melody.
Eyes wide open, the sun peeking through your blinds.
Mine the same, only we are sleeping separately.
"It was only a dream - Neverland only exists in my sleep."
Then we both laugh, in different places as we stretch and find rose petals in our hair.
