The Dreaming Plain

Rivers in the sky, a drifting cosmic quiet
Dry fields infertile, dying grass on bitter bone
A bastard, fostered patch of earth
The night in calm resignation as smoke meets the sky

Dreaming in waves, bleeding hallucinations
My veins extend, my blood is in the stars
The plains have not forgotten
The bitter winds forever tell
It rises red at dawn, and falls cold with the night

Carried through clouds, the great expanse
Displaced, my eyes need not see
Sky is all, separating
Land is lost, only away