Fly Away to Neverland, My Loves!

Fly Away to Neverland, My Loves!                       December 16, 2013

'Tis I, the pigeon, flying South for Winter,

Amid the final breath of Fall and a dark new day,

Looking 'pon the souls running 'round, each a sprinter,

Looking for light, but the sun died; 'tis now so gray.

My feathers are frigid, the icicles stifling my life,

And I live amid Jack Frost's latest darkest o' night.

The concrete jungles and nature's calls amid my strife:

 A dying world amid painful wist, reading their last rite.

And I shall fly away to Neverland, my loves,

Till I see another Summer, so hot amid the sunlight,

And my soul, so very lost, and I? Looking at the doves

At peace with their prosperity, poor in greens, rich in delight,

A season where the diamond kings play, my nat'l pastime,

T'will fly away to Neverland, and the green fields o' thy mind!

South o' the Equator, 'tis I amid the palmettos,

Villagers so happy, yet not one with many dimes.

Children running 'round, performing a veritable libretto;

An impoverish'd banana republic, yet so amid happy times.

My loves to the North! Shall ye see the new light o'day?

Your spirits must coast the skies; baby blues killing the gray!

And I shall fly away to Neverland, my loves,

To a new posterity amid the sunlit sublime,

Where sea gulls are in unison with doves,

Where there is no avarice nor crime!

My soul is bitter cold watching the ivy die again:

The walls o' the outfield sans joy, and I always cry,

When I toss another paper wad into the round bin;

The symbolism so clear; my soul may well die.

Allow me, O' Mighty God! Let me fly away!

I shall pray to thee most fervently, with love, urgency,

And I, the pigeon, residing in the Windy City jungle's gray:
To the South, I must fly! To a new Summer's day!