Whisk Me Away to The Neverland

By Sharon Ekka

I followed a gleaming golden twine,

Leading deep into the enchanted woods’ night.

Where bonfire glowed in faerie lights,

Surrounded by blossoms that bloom at night.

Fireflies danced like golden dust,

Ornaments twinkling in moonlit night.

Gradient vines embellishing my radiant path,

Allured me deeper, to this lucid sight.

I followed the trail; The Lost Boy I am,

And this path is my Peter Pan.

Rustling timbers around me and their residents ran,

Peeking at the one who ventures their woodland.

Leaves swirled and gathered together for a feast,

Tinting the forest floor in shades of reds and creams.

Blanket of moss tucking the forest,

giving it eternal hue of green.

Squirrels darted beneath the leafy drapes,

Under the seams of a well-hidden labyrinth.

Unbeknown, their incantation pulled me;

A binding spell.

Towards the overgrown boulevard,

Where wisteria and orchids dwell.

Leading me to an ancient Willow,

weeping over the fabled Creek,

Where legends whisper, weary travelers it heals.

It’s luminous water urging the stars to rest in our realm.

Hidden by the Willow, a Rotunda stands,

Of a long-departed age.

Whose columns are adorned by Morning Glory.

There the nature spirits chant the long-forgotten hymns.

I am lured towards them so effortlessly.

Oh! I want to be here for eternity.

Their voices echo in my ear:

      “Why art thou so disheartened, O mortal voyager!

That thou hast stumbled hither to escape thy tears.

God hath given thee this life,

Nevertheless, its joys and sorrows.

Therefore, take up this kernel of valor.

Be awaken and confront thy troubles.

As He hath given thee this life,

Verily He shall give thee strength.

To pull through this slumber, so rise! “

By Sharon Ekka