The Morning After Poem by Margaret Alice

I played around with word and sound
whispering my dreams into the wind
enchanted was I by the delight
of echo’s beckoning me
to venture forth

When I looked up my gaze was stopped
by ferns and trees - I frolicked some more
as I adore the freedom of life
in forests and dells

Then a strange voice sweetly caressed
my mind and my thoughts, telling me
what I’m feeling and dreaming - but
it was all wrong, that strange siren song
didn’t reflect my dreams
and ideals

I grew afraid as the voice tried to teach
of dangers unknown - I challenged it
first show me the morning after
what will happen
afterwards?

Tones of bitter regret and remorse
crept into in the voice, berating me
for refusing to play – so I gathered
my dreams and my thoughts

And ran away!