Travelin'

EUPHORIA

 

Peter Pan and I are holding hands. We're flyin', we're flyin' so high we'll reach the sky and won't come down until the fourth of July.

 

I met Peter quite by chance at a Halloween party. The small man was wearing a Peter Pan costume that was too big for him. He kept tripping and falling, tripping and falling on his nose. I was only inches away when I saw blood gushing from his nose. My beautiful white fairy queen gown was  almost splattered. To make Peter feel better, I tapped his bleeding nose with my magic fairy wand. He smiled at me, said, 'Hold on tight and together we floated right out the open window. 'Your Highness, we are going to Always, Always Land and you will be my best friend forever.'

 

'Peter, I am getting sticky. My hands feel glued together. Are these clouds  really, truly, marshmallows, are they? Can I eat some?'
He scowls a bit and tells me, 'No. If you eat some, you will make a hole in the cloud that will get bigger and bigger until rain comes down and spoils all the Trick and Treat fun. Look over there. See those tall buildings? Now take a look at the golden sun and the gray buildings. The sun is so pleased with his warmth and beauty, that he just blessed  them and turned them into gold.'  'Real gold, Peter?' 'Of course, real gold. Can't your highness tell real from fake?' I got a bit snarly and advised him who my father is, Midas, and has so much gold he can't find a place to keep it all.

 

'Peter, do you know what my father did? 'Tell me, Queen.' 'He chopped off the head of my son, Prince Charming and put a huge orange pumpkin in its place. The Prince makes me laugh with his big smile and only two teeth in his gash of a mouth. The Prince likes to dance and so do I. He twirls me, spins me. We twist. We turn and best of all, we laugh. Can you fly us to meet my father, Peter?' 'Your Highness, don't talk, just look. The golden buildings are gone. Our world is now silvery blue. It's so lovely I could stay here forever. The moon has two cusps tonight. You sit in the lap of one and I'll sit in the other. Maybe the old moon will ride us completely across the sky. Let's ask him.' He is pleased and whisks us to Rainbow Land, the end of the sky. 'Before you go,' he says, 'Would you like to have a slice of my green cheese?' Peter and I take a piece for our trip home. Skeletons, witches, Superman, angels, their trick & treat bags full to overflowing, are being called in by their mothers and fathers.

 

Peter and I look up, up, high above us and thousands of stars are twinkling.