The Return of Peter Pan pedrorockwriter.blogspot.com… Please, my Wendy, look not so sad at me. Take back those outstretched hands, you’ll weep tears enough to blossom sands; and they hang so heavy on my heart.

In corners veiled where sun has never shone A starless sphere to silent ruin flies The storm and wind to tempered steel grown Strike at the soul where dark desire lies Confusion blooms as dust through heaven strewn A silver haze that blinds the midnight air Yet you Yes only you beneath the moon With but one glance make all my spirit fair My soul as blossoms in the springtime rise The sky washed clean to crystal pure and new I light as feathers cast in azure skies Ascend through clouds and soar to meet with you and ask no home in view

Now windmills squat by potholes - silk spinning spiders in milk white cloaks, vast fields sewn with rooted mirrors who live and are all the better to see you with whilst catching the setting sun over Albion.

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He’s already on his third coffee and later he’ll try to sleep without success - toss and wonder why they’re slinging slabs of meat on cheese, ladling on the salt and claiming delicious is in the details.

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Five days later, hitting 50 out of the park, you attended – a scrap, a spark, swaddled in thick blankets, Inuit faced, but your blue eyes scoped skies until nightfall – you were home by last knockings as I cleared up the dregs, chewing knuckles, shaking head.

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As capital C clasps her lower case – cannot see her face she’s penciling wall, something on the paper there, and fronts him in full despair: ‘Oh, it’s gone up again.’

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Pave the roads from Lands End to John O Groats in evidence, surveys, spreadsheets fit to be ticked, because it was Thor who was tricked to take draughts from the Ocean’s horn still the tides returned ground and churned this rock into a million, million grains of sand –

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