I am a lost boy from Neverland

I move forward, cold and bare(footed)
Like running water
Flowing over the lichen-carpeted
Moors (with fog hung over her,
A moonlit shawl)

I am a white rabbit, wide-eyed
And silent so the
Owl with his cotton wings
Will never descend upon me
(That snowy reaper, claws sharp
As scythes, I'll welcome him
In one day I promise)

Maybe I was an ugly duckling, midflight

I feel the frozen breeze brush
Her soft fingers across my gray
Cheeks, ruffling my black locks.
My monochrome eyes reflect a
Snapshot of skies, the clouds
Blinding me (the Sun is asleep in
The monochrome, embedded in the
Pearly nest, a robin egg)

But that was for only a sliver of
Eternity, over by the time the light ends.

I am just still-life, captured
In hard corners above the mantelpiece,
Next to my jar of ashen hearts.