Waiting on Neverland

A story in photographs and words.

I left my heart in Neverland,
Left it beating in his fingertips.
It's all tied up in constellations,
Second stars and pirate ships.

My feet are planted on the ground.
I know this to be true,
But faith and trust and pixie dust
Tempt me to pursue.

But now I've forgotten,
Forgotten how to fly.
Why can't I dream again?
Peter, why can't I?

My soul is part of Neverland.
I lost it long ago.
And though I stand upon the ground,
My heart it can't let go.

Neverland I'm waiting,
Waiting for your touch
Your magic, it still haunts me
Like ink, you stain too much.