An experience of flying through the night-time

I awoke from sleep   to find my feet no longer on solid ground

I was being carried through the air

Beneath me, I gazed upon

hilly, glowing cities half-clothed in clouds of mist

an almost ethereal quality

And with a turn of the neck upwards,

my eyes found a still-richer city: the city of stars in the sky, more numerous than I’d ever dreamt.

Those seemingly immortal beacons of light that outline Orion;

the familiar angles of his hunting dog

the meandering but determined river of light, steadfast in its self-same, looping course

The stars told me I was still on my own world, but the experience suggested otherwise.

Until I dare return to this realm of the sky, I can only dream of what wonders it holds.