Wendy

Wendy Darling fell in love with Dionysus of Neverland
Michael Jackson needed a mother for his children
Wendy lived without embrace in the sunset
The setting sun was all the warmth she would know
Peter Pan lived only in the morning
Wendy lived in a sunset of a Jungian archetype

The childless and motherless Wendy had a destiny
Her womanhood was magnified
By infinity and multiplied by forever
She blended her nurture and Eros
Unfortunately Eros's love arrows were adorned
With sweet dove and sour owl feathers

For those of us that could see
Wendy was both blessed and cursed
Doomed to haunt the ice flows of loneliness
Loving with adjuration none of us are entitled to
As for Pan he tragically always dies

Without knowing the depths of this woman's soul