I had a dream,
I stood below orange skies,
I saw the doves fly by,
In my dream I saw the sun,
ride the road down the orange sky.

I had a dream,
of chestnut smoke and pure white snow.
In my dreams, the day dawned bright blue,
before the sea a field stretched out towards the shapes of distant islands,
real and imagined, blurring at the edges,
the waves wash on, my feet to unknown lands,
all bathing slow, in the light of the orange sky.