flying home
flying from a land once thought so strange
below me a dream left behind
above me the clouds in which I shall stir
soon I will open my eyes
soon I will emerge into myself once more
this dream is fading fast
for now at least it still seams pure
someday I will sleep again
someday I will visit this land anew
my future is uncertain
but my dreams are mine and mine alone to shape.
oOo very nice : D i like it!