The Smoke

In my dream smoke followed me
As on fire the whole world had been
To the yard I walked in
Up the front step and opened the door
Cranes flew over to the North
As I walked on dry
And passed through a grove
Yellow with flowers
They had been expecting me
They said so and I believed
I’m my dream smoke came to me
And we became as one
Cranes flew over to the North
As I walked on dry
And passed through a grove
Yellow with flowers
Cranes flew over to the North
As I walked on dry
And passed through a grove
Yellow with flowers
I am smoke
I am smoke