I see you through the storm

stretching out your hand

bidding me “Come”

my eyes on you alone

I walk upon waves

held up by your faith in me

”Just hold that happy thought, Peter…”

Yes, Peter.

the landscape has disintegrated

and your tether—

the end curls

of happy

So hold on, Peter.

as the ink puddle

of dawn

begets

the tear

of wings

and you, Peter

you

can fly

escape

to the irrational

side

of infinity

and be

everything

trace

the iris

of the Eye

of God

nebula

spark

as an ember

from a dying

bonfire

be

the pillow-sigh

after

uproarious

laughter

and never take

that exit

to the second

star

on the right

Because you are the happy thought, Peter.

nectar caught on the epidermis tastes sweeter,

wings wrought gold fold in a furnace heater -

pursue the meagre just to find Caesar,

with cedar measure these words in a poetic metre,

my soul is a bleeder donating pints and liters,

a neo-Seoul tweaker tattooing knights and reapers,

heap dreams like coal for that two-seater,

just hold that happy thought you self-seeker,

magic carpet rides that fly like Peter,

out of the frying pan, and into fire and fever

She said it

as if it were

easy,

"Just hold

that happy thought,

Peter."

As if

my thoughts

were tangible.

I could not grasp

my happiness

in the palm of my hand,

could not twist it

between my fingers.

My thoughts

were droplets of rain,

sometimes a fine mist

that clung

to the edges

of my brain,

sometimes a

downpour

that an umbrella

could not stop.

She told me

to hold on

to happiness,

but I cannot grip the rain,

cannot control

its coming and going.

All it does

is soak through

the soles of my shoes

and collect

in my feet

until walking

becomes a chore

and my teeth

chatter

with nonsensical words.

The rain stays

in all the wrong ways.

She told me

to hold on

to this little shred

of happiness,

but I've already forgotten

what it was

I was trying

to hold onto.

Thus is the way of the storm,

weighing us down with water

until we can no longer feel

the individual drops.

Just hold that happy thought, Peter,

As you walk through life's rougher terrain.

For happiness, they say, is there

Within the pain.

And though you struggle every day,

With worries, fears, and endless stress,

Just close your eyes and think of play

And let your heart do the rest.

For laughter echoes like a chime,

And joy surrounds you like a hug.

It's all just a matter of time,

Before your troubles are unplugged.

But hold that thought, young Peter dear,

For fate has other plans, it seems.

And though you grasp for happiness near,

It slips away like silvery streams.

For tragedy strikes with a heavy blow,

And heartache grips you like a vice.

And all your laughter starts to slow,

Until there's nothing left but sighs.

The world, once bright and shining bright,

Is now a bleak and dreary place.

And every day feels like a fight,

As you struggle to keep pace.

Just hold that happy thought, Peter,

And let the memories sustain.

For though the present may be bitter,

The past still holds sweet refrain.

And though your heart may ache with pain,

And tears may flow like falling rain,

Just hold that happy thought in vain,

And know that joy will come again.

‘‘Just hold that happy thought, Peter…’’ he bellowed. In what seemed to be a miracle to her, she witnessed the elderly ‘Captain’ try to take a giant leap over the dining table, luckily he did not break any more of his bones. This was but only a much lesser incident.

She sighed with angst. Her eyes glued to the sight of the old ‘Capt.’. She slowly dragged her feet, and approached the old guy: ‘‘Hey— it’s time for you to take your meds-’’

He started to make a run for it. Before she knew it, he was crouched upon the edge of the window. She let out a scream~

‘‘Captain Hook!’’

A small grin formed across his angular, and wrinkled visage. He leaned back a bit, and then jumped right onto the carpet. She sighed, but this time in relief. ‘‘Alright. If you take your medication…I promise to follow you to Neverland in search of Peter Pan..’’

Later while all were in dreamland, except for the Captain, something wandered about his room. The Capt. ducked underneath his leprechaun blanket. ‘‘Who’s there?’’

A voice replied, ‘‘Hey, it’s been ages, Captain Hook. Thought I’d check in on you.’’

For the rest in the facility, those patrolling the hallways, and corridors, all they heard was a sound of a gentle bell ringing in the dead of night. Captain Hook smiled at the sight of a familiar face.

She chuckled. Then after a short while, they both made their way to Neverland.

The Captain sure was glad to be out of the place for what others said was for those who needed a place, and space to be where they could not do any harm to others, especially young children. The Capt. smiled, all he wanted now was to be back on his ship, ready to sail the seven seas!

#LeCapitaine©️

They never warned me

that Neverland was an illusion

Built out of the clouds of a child's wonder.

He had an easy way

A simple laughter, an outstretched hand.

When we were young

I seemed so welcome

The world so warm.

But true fire cannot be built

on illusion.

You cannot create

A world out of clouds.

I longed to grow and build

a world together

A true world.

He could not.

He would not.

I had to abandon him in the end.

I could not stay

And become who I became.

And he could not go.

"I don't ever want to grow up!"

he declared.

His laughter light

His world unworried.

Just hold that happy thought, Peter

I lamented

as I left him forever.

Remember the day?

you were upset

your parents were gone for the night

and I had just come by to drop off your bike

you invited me inside and told me about a game

I wasn’t amused but I played anyway

I always wish things had just stayed that way