visits to never never land

i sometimes grab
for an invisible bowl of dust

the urge to protect my children by any means
overcomes me,
and i’m thrown into the land of make-believe

if only such a thing existed,
i would sprinkle it over their toes
to the tops of their sweet little heads,
and i’d let them go galloping off to grand adventures

but this world tells no tales of reassurances
and offers signs that only young believers might misread

we have simply the promise of each other
in this very moment

and the love that’s been gathered
from hearts both past and present

and we have visits to never never land
in the quiet moments before our waking