Cycles of Awe Project: Prototype Three

I have my three poems completed. I plan on putting them on my own personal blog (my personal angle) and on Google+ with tags specific to my topic. Hopefully this generates interest and responses from relevant and interested online communities. Any comments or suggestions are welcome.

Cycle One - Alice

Is it a wonder? She calls it Wonderland.
Curious and enthralled she wanders under
spells of caterpillar "who's?," Cheshire "where's?." And
is it a wonder

that one so young would cycle back to plunder
the cakes, rich teas, red queens, strange things odd yet grand?
She goes for fun but finds herself asunder;

madness would split her self in half. Yet she stands
anew. Sane. Tolerant. Aware. Her blunders
from asking "who I am" she can now withstand.
Is it a wonder?

Cycle Two - Peter

"Do you think magic exists if it can be explained?"

Love, theory, awe..."it feels real" so Peter Pan insists.

Real or not, Neverland consumes. It is unrestrained.

Do you think magic exists

if it's dangerous awe, where growth is what man resists?

They never love. They never live. Lost boys become chained

in solitude, loveless and naive, making their lists

of boys and girls to enchant and steal away. Contained

in looping cycles of repeating splendor consists

a lesson: awe teaches if not retained in youth. Feigned,

do you think magic exists?

Cycle Three - Dubliners

Perhaps the best of awe is "the epiphany."

With one moment to let it slip or feel it raw,

bone-chilling, approaching slowly or suddenly.

Perhaps the best of awe

is realized when lines between life and death withdraw;

or when the heart realizes its fragility

a boy becomes man, a girl - woman, what love saw

once in its youth no longer lives so foolishly. 

In these epiphanies our own personal law

changes, in happiness or sadness. Clarity:

perhaps the best of awe.