A Dream Of Floating Naked

Dreams can be good And they can be bad Dreams might be happy Or very much sad Sometimes they take you Back to your youth Old faces remembered In moments of truth Those dreams are clear As clear as can be But then some are muddled Like chocolate in tea Such dreams are swirling And whirling around As you find you are flying Way above solid ground In a place with some fairies Where Pegasus goes Careening and soaring Without any clothes Happily spending A fine sunlit morn Floating as naked As when you were born