Walk Wayward

Walk wayward
from the straight line.
Scoop a few moments
from the river of time.

Whisper to the falling star
wishes insane.
Plant a kiss of dew
on hardened pain.

Row the nightboat
along with the moon.
Sip on a story
with a bite of the noon.

Bottle a few drops
of the smell of rain.
Hear the lore of castles
from grit and grain.

Gulp a mouthful
from the cup of dream wine.
Savour anew
the taste of sunshine.