May 21, 2008

A Different Neverland

by Bethanye Satterwhite

What is this? he asked while holding my hand.
It is everything, my friend.
It is the road that finds that lost place
Where birds sing all through the year,
And the sun rises every seventh day.
Can I show you? I ask.
There is a question in his eyes
                    hold tight, my love
                    because falling is the most glorious thing of all.

I know this author personally, and I thought this poem needed to be commemorated. :)

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