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
I'm my dream smoke came to me
And we became as one
I am smoke
Writer/s: MICHAEL DAVID COTTEN, VINCE WELNICK, WILLIAM EDMOND SPOONER
