Dreams – An almost Seadna (an Irish poetry form)

Another life, a fairy flight,

Flung afar into the blues

Graced place of endless nature

Delightful, rainbowed-pasture hues.

A place of endless jet-stream rides,

Resting on the fluffed, puffed white,

No restless night or eerie morn

Revelry, all merry delight.

Joyous, this place in my wandering

Wayward mind, more real than clicks,

Much sweeter than the screen-fed news,

Belabored boring views, flicks.