shifting, shimmering,

silvered dust motes

left behind

Flying,

carried in silent breezes

following soft, haunting notes

Trembling

in the night.

Tu-lu Tu-lu

follow the sound

lifting the dust,

lifting your feet.

chase after noise,

chase the boy

Tu-lu Tu-lu, his pipes call

mingling with raucous laughter

Joyful,

Mischievous.

The sound finds you

remembering

emerald eyes hidden

behind thick lashes,

unwashed skin

and that magic dust.

The song is leaving,

Taking

dreams and wishes,

the last of Magic.

Up follow, frantic

faster now

Faster

you mustn't lose

the music or

the Boy.

Tu-lu Tu-lu, chase him,

you can't be alone again.

so follow, follow

the leader,

the boy,

Peter,

the boy with the pipes

and the magic.

Fading faster,

leap from the window

reaching, grasping, searching

Straining

you cannot lose him again

but now, the ground reaches

Hungrily,

trying to take you

away, but

Peter never liked rules-

even Gravity's

And, before you can touch

hard, unyielding earth

wiry arms have

pulled you away

away from reality

Tu-lu Tu-lu