My Never Never Land

Indecisive about age,
the moment of dreams escaping
and realities of old-ness
stealing my color,
I wrestle with forward movement.
But in the end, far be it from me
to expedite the transition
from my fair and girlish ways
Insouciant of all the cares
and woes of adult prys and mournings.
I steal my hearts skin
the emotional epidermis of lonely
and replace it with the care of
childish wishes
and will not aim my soul
magnanimously towards
the inevitable winding path
of death.
No here, I will retain
remain
and refrain from falling into fear
and nurture the place
in me
I call brilliantly
youthful.