The Smoke

In my dream smoke followed me As on fire the whole world had been To the yard I walked in Up the frontstep 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 Im 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