My Happy Place
It's only when the city sleeps
and I can feel quite alone
that my jams can take me
by the wrist and let my
heart slow just a little bit.
They take me to a place
where my art soul is freed
to sing with it's heart open
as it plays words and paints
pretty things me just being me.
This place is my own Neverland
where I imagine I'm Peter Pan
and it's a time before Wendy
where I'm always chasing Tiger Lily
and forever stuck at twenty two.
I don't have to adult there
playing my games of make believe
painting what I want to see
and writing who I want to be
often thinking about my Tiger Lily.
My greatest works come at night
when the city is fast asleep
it's almost a feeling of peace
that resonates deep in my heart
some how it knows it's alone.
That's when it sends out beautiful
as my mind is not distracted
and my guard is under foot
while I play dance and sing
just being young wild and free.