My Happy Place

It's only when the city sleeps

and I can feel quite alone

that my jams can take me

by the wrist and let my

heart slow just a little bit.

They take me to a place

where my art soul is freed

to sing with it's heart open

as it plays words and paints

pretty things me just being me.

This place is my own Neverland

where I imagine I'm Peter Pan

and it's a time before Wendy

where I'm always chasing Tiger Lily

and forever stuck at twenty two.

I don't have to adult there

playing my games of make believe

painting what I want to see

and writing who I want to be

often thinking about my Tiger Lily.

My greatest works come at night

when the city is fast asleep

it's almost a feeling of peace

that resonates deep in my heart

some how it knows it's alone.

That's when it sends out beautiful

as my mind is not distracted

and my guard is under foot

while I play dance and sing

just being young wild and free.