When the Adventures are Over

When the world falls down, and I with it...
Will you be there?

When my leg gives out, and my hair need not be long...
Will you still fly with me?

When I meet my fate, and say goodbye to this world,
Will you take me into yours?

When my mind is whole and my heart is freed,
Will you help my spirit soar?

I've tried my very best to stay young, but I'm running out of pixie dust.
How do you do it so well?

My madness is indeed concerning, but that's something to discuss over tea.
Would you please pour me a cup?

We keep our childhoods close, we cherish them forever,
As protection from the futures we fear.

Thanks to the two of you, I never had to feel alone.
My friends were my heroes.

Do you remember the time I first fell down, how you acted as my guide?
Can you remember the games we used to play?

Do you remember the first time you helped me to fly?
Can you recount all of our duels?

If I ever lost my head, wandering hopelessly,
You helped me keep my hat.

As I aged, in heart and mind,
You kept me youthful.

The stories we would tell each other, the songs we would sing,
They'll stay with me forever.

Our days of youth, our times of childhood,
Our days of dreaming.

I'll never forget our laughter, our tears.
The time we spent togther.

The memories we share will never grow old, just like you,
But I'm a different story.

Time has funny ways of working for you both, in either lands.
If only he worked that way in this land too.

Your stories will live on, continued to be loved.
But mine isn't worth telling.

I'll never forget the day we met, the night we finally escaped.
The start of our own adventure.

I sit here, recounting the memories.
I can't help but wonder.

When my hair is gray, and my bones are slow and frail,
Will you still see the child inside?

When I look through the glass, will I see your reflection?
In that lovely dress of yours?

When I hear a knock at the window, will I see you there?
Standing on thin air?

Would you remember me, would you forget?
Could we be the way we were?

When I'm falling, into darkness,
Will you offer your hands?

When I'm gone and happily dead, the adventures finally over,
Would we still be able to play?

Could we escape the absurdities of reality, and find that special place?
Somewhere that only we know?

Would we sail through the stars, or lie by the river?
Where would we go first?

Never mind lessons, never mind grown ups.
Just the three of us forever.

You said that it had all been a dream. You said that to die would be an awfully big adventure.
Would you go on that adventure with me?


By Zorona Catone