While I Dance with My Shadow

I still dream of Neverland
when there are more stars than words in my mind,
and I still dream of Peter Pan
when sweet fantasies are the only lights I can find.

I throw snow like fairy dust
and I wonder achingly if I'll fly
or if I'll dream and dream forever
while the rest of the world keeps wandering by.

I sit by my window and watch the flames,
the faraway worlds hanging silent in the night,
and I paint the glass with thoughts of escape
before pulling it open and taking flight.

I fall away into wistful wishes,
soar above cities carved in onyx and gold,
and dance with my shadow under the moon,
singing brightly of how we'll never grow old.

I sail through each morning on cloud-born ships
and spin through dusk with my heart in my hand,
always carrying forgotten dreams on my lips
as I slip away to Neverland.