Fly
the lost boys
are in the air tonight
and I am at your window
hand out-stretched
because I know
you can fly
if you will let me show you
up onto the sill
and into the night
take my hand
and try
because I know you can fly
I know you can fly
I never grew up
I never knew how
flying like this
stopped that somehow
two stars at dawn
and the whole sky
is ours until
you say you are done
the lost boys
are in the tree tops
and I am at your window
waiting to make you
lighter than air
tonight
because you can fly
Don McGonigal January 2006