There might be no Neverland,
 No heaven, no after.
 Only cold Earth.
 There might be nothing—
 Yet isn't that something?
 So pretend today will last forever.
And fly now, soar,
 Gravity only exists
 If you believe in it.
 Fly with sunbeams
 Tangled in your glowing hair
 And fly with moonbeams
 Softening your face
 And fly on the back of Pegasus.
 Fly close to the sun,
 And don't be burned,
 Fly to the moon,
 And leave your handprint
 Denting it for who knows how long.
Bring me with you
 When you go,
 Lifting gently from
 This battered planet.
 We will skim the galaxies
 Like tadpoles in a puddle
 Or young eagles
 Weightless
 For the first time.
 We will fly past
 Where all the maps and pictures show
 To un-named universes
 Where we will orbit
 Other suns
 And we will
 Never
 Land.

Vancouver, Washington

