WAYWARD RECKLESSNESS

Music playing, shadows casting through
an open doorway echoing news.
Time to go behind,
see what there is to find
on the other side of the screen,
capture the edge of the dream
in surrealist mode,
eyes closed pen on page,
using the paper as a stage
to explore, to discover more,
putting logical, rational
thought aside.

A castle, a flowing stream,
distant green flowing
in all directions,
isolation, under guard
forever waiting for
occasional interactions,
finding solace with a
feather quill, parchment scroll.

Writing endlessly, for days
discovering all the ways to
stay sane, to entertain the
brain, retrain wayward
recklessness, careless
ignorance.

Morganpoet