Foggy Dream

standing amidst a huge curtain i find myself,
 behind this curtain who knows what delves,
 everywhere i see is just emptiness,
 when i look at sky there is nothingness,
 neither there is moon,
 nor it is noon,
 then i start feeling this curtain,
 is made of water mist, yes i am certain,
 then comes a gust of strong wind roaring,
 this curtains with wind starts dancing,
suddenly a soft voice boosts me up,
 its late in morning, wake up, wake up.