Storytime

It was the night before,

When all through the world,

No words, no dreams

Then one day,

A writer by a fire

Imagined all of Gaia

Took a journey into a child-man's heart...

A painter on the shore

Imagined all the world

Within a snowflake on his palm

Unframed by poetry

A canvas of awe

Planet Earth falling back into the stars

I am the voice of Never, Never Land

The innocence, the dreams of every man

I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,

A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky,

Every chimney, every moonlit sight

I am the story that will read you real,

Every memory that you hold dear

I am the journey,

I am the destination,

I am the home

The tale that reads you

A way to taste the night,

The elusive high

Follow the madness,

Alice you know once did

Imaginarium, a dream emporium!

Caress the tales

And they will dream you real

A storyteller's game,

Lips that intoxicate

The core of all life

Is a limitless chest of tales...

I am the voice of Never, Never Land

The innocence, the dreams of every man

I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,

A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky,

Every chimney, every moonlit sight

I am the story that will read you real,

Every memory that you hold dear

I am the voice of Never, Never Land

The innocence, the dreams of every man

Searching heavens for another earth...

I am the voice of Never, Never Land

The innocence, the dreams of every man

I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,

A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky,

Every chimney, every moonlit sight

I am the story that will read you real,

Every memory that you hold dear