Neverland Lost

Dropped.  All contention, strife.

Beauty overwhelms.  Horns blend together, uplifting each other to greater feats of musical acrobatics. Arguing the case of nobility.

Forgotten. Worries and fears.

For a moment  in time, all is right.  More peace is wrapped in that single note than in a lifetime.

Memory . Faint, glimmering.  Our minds seem to flow around it, a stone in a rushing stream. Something vague.  Essential.

Our souls seem to rise with the glorious melody and accompaniment.  Our hair stands on end in concert with our souls.

Our life is now.  Not then , not later, but singularly in the infinite moment.  We know this place.  We have searched for it for so very long.

We don't know what it is.  Our minds worry at the memory, trying to dislodge it.  Some lose patience, dismiss it as irrelevant. They let themselves forget.

But some don't.

A question surfaces:  Have we forgotten how to fly?  To soar?

Maturity, reason, logic.  Perspective upon perspective, upon perspective pile themselves upon unaware shoulders.  Some accept foolishness, ignore them.  Others act with honour, observe them. Embrace them.  Then break as options and fears overwhelm them.

Yet as the music flows, part of us can remember what it felt to soar.  Can remember the whisper of the dream,  Part of us yearns for it back.

We are lost.

The way back is hidden.

Peace with wisdom; Neverland.