It’s there in every childhood adventure fraught with peril,
Every window open to the stars,
Every swashbuckling swordfight,
And every lingering concealed kiss.
There in the very corner of your shadow,
In every memory you will not forget,
In all the goodbyes that you couldn’t say,
And in every choice that takes half of you with it.
In the watchful eyes of every nightlight lit,
In the winking allure of the second to the right,
In all of youth and joy,
And all the ones we wait for and leave waiting.
It is alive there in all of us and if we choose,
We can all fly through the stars…
Until we must grow up;
But never stop waiting and never say goodbye
Because the worst thing we can do is forget.