Swept up by a river’s swell
The gentlest of wild torrents
Carried to another world
Cocooned within its currents

Raised my eyes to find above
Stars to me unknown
Lands so distant from my skies
From the house called home

Yet I have been here oft before
Transported by the stream
That sweeps me up – when? I don’t know
To the lands of waking dreams

Pearly clouds and waving trees
Colours swirling ‘round
Vivid, alive, as newly seen
As only things re-found

How to come here I don’t know
Can’t command that force
Wait and hope and patience show
Meet it at its course

Full of treasures is that world
Wonders never lack
Hard to catch and hard to hold
Even harder to bring back

I do my best to coax them here
Gifts given to me
This poem is but one of them
Silly as may be