Happy St. Paddy's Day 2017
Irish Dream
I have dreamt of a place, magical and green,
where the slightest wish may in light be seen.
A place that banishes sorrow, leaving a quiet peace,
and renewed, body and soul combine in long lease.
On a pool of jade and emeralds I calmly float,
my spirit soars; without wings, without need - I gloat.
There, in exhilaration; my soul in emerald reflection,
my hand cups water, clear now is its connection.
My eyes lift to view the verdant canopy and drapes,
when movement seems to conjure mythical shapes.
Fairies and leprechauns; who through the mist dance,
and averting my gaze to still the spell, I again glance.
In awe and disbelief, I watch them frolic and play.
What place can this be and how have I come this way.
Then, an aged and gnarled elf beckons; in his eye a gleam,
and I hear him whisper; awake, awake, it is just a dream.
by Jay-Scrawl