Minute particles of star dust
Tiny flakes of sunken ship rust
Crystal flowers made of snow
The early morning rooster crow
Logs crackling in the fireplace
The happy glow of a child's face
Winters spent at an open window
Waiting for one who does not grow
Spring times flying across the sea
Time stands still, she is free
Hair covered in the morning dew
Peter, your Wendy waits for you.
Author notes
This one is for my Wendy...She still loves her Peter...Like her Mum...some of us never truely grow up...I love you!!!
Written May 20th, 2006
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