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

In 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