Like a River, we float on Poems

I had a dream once of me standing in a feild looking around and there was just grass for miles,

as if the world was a new beginning or just waiting to be open and all.

the odd thing about it was the ash...

it was every where, falling from the sky.

nothing but ash, gray clouds, gray sky.

this didn't scary me at all,

it felt.... more clam to me,

as if it was where I belong and when I should be,

some will say, it the planes or after life.

to me it's home.