Smoke on the horizon

And so this is how the dream goes

The big bush block, and

The bubbling brook, and

The woodfire stove and

The cozy home.

The kids running wild and

The wife all serene and

The love and

The strength and

The peace.

But there's smoke on the horizon

Of the dream, it's all hazed

The lines aren't quite sharp

The shapes not quite true

This shift shimmers out of the gloom.

And the dream, it starts to billow

To blow and to fold,
To trickle up through the trees

A smudge on the sky

With the smoke upon the horizon.

The lives that never started until

The horses were all in line

And the green grass all a'dripping

With the dews of the divine

And the smoke upon a distant sky.