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A Little Magic Left
I used to leave my window wide,
And let the midnight air inside.
In hopes that Peter Pan one night
Would teach my feet the art of flight.
Beneath the willow, Wonderland
Was mine to hold within my hand.
A blanket fort, a paper crown,
Could turn my whole world upside down.
I drew my maps to Neverland,
With stars and oceans drawn by hand.
And every doorway held a chance
To find a world where fairies dance.
But somewhere as the years went by,
I stopped searching the midnight sky.
The world grew loud, my dreams grew small,
Until I hardly heard their call.
The years brought worries, work, and tears,
And dreams replaced by grown-up fears.
Yet somewhere underneath it all,
A little voice refused to fall.
Then one night when the city slept,
I found the little dreams I'd kept.
A silver moon, a golden glow,
Reminded me of long ago.
Perhaps the magic never fled,
Perhaps it lived in me instead.
Perhaps the wings I thought I'd lost
Were never something age could cost.
I need not chase the years behind,
To find the wonder in my mind.
For Neverland is not so far,
It's in the wish upon a star.
The years can take the things they must,
But there's still magic in the dust.
I need no wings to touch the sky,
Some dreams were never meant to die.
And though my hair may turn to gray,
That little girl won't fade away.
For growing old is not the end,
When Peter Pan is still your friend.
So leave the window open wide,
Let moonlight and your dreams inside.
For life may change, and time may rush,
But there's always a little magic left in us.
— MistyEyes
