Flying

Last night I again dreamt of flying
among the clouds above the trees
the strong wind underneath my body
was cool, soothing and refreshing.

Flying above the unknown lands
oceans, mountains, ancient ruins
I glided in the wind like a swan
smoothly without least effort.

I knew I was dreaming all the while
yet I was enjoying the joy which
my open eyes could not offer me
the joys of touching the clouds in sky.

When I opened my eyes slowly
I was lying in my bed full of joy
as if I really have been flying
through the night in the sky.