Finding Neverland Poem by Dawn Novus

Wendy is Me
And Peter is He
And on this night
To Neverland we be
The trouble with this one
This Peter P
Will be true and clear
For you to see
His gallant fight
To make it right
Make fall from grace
Appear clean and white
A boy lost
In his own labyrinth
Holding on to childhood
Innocence
So I must do
My Wendy job
Because my heart
Did Peter rob
And remind him if
A Te Te Te
A couple walking down the street
Said Peter
I donnot believe in love
Said I Wendy
But true love fits to you
Like a glove
And the craggy and lined two
Holding old hands
As they passed through
Recognition I saw
As your story was tore
......
And Neverland faded
But the boy never jaded
For I was the tinkering
His heart shape was made-in
melody
Neverland weaves