To Neverland

Through short wintry days
I sat far from life
and slept
under the shelter of my parents’ wishes,
in my bed,
always looking
for the flickering flame
of home
and I caught a glimpse
of yellow and orange
and as I went looking for it
I will forever remember
how the glow of the candle,
as it sketched out shapes,
beautiful and gentle,
on the mysterious mirrors
of your eyes, spoke
to me, of the flight
to Neverland.