The Smoke

Amorphis

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

I am smoke