On horse`s back

When night is uglier than night.And day is just the longer half.And work is lame as work.And somehow your veins are filled with salt. A piece of white cloud,not big. You carefully mixes honey into the milk. And three fresh fern roots. And drink this tea, that makes you warm inside like the sun. One day you will find your white horses. And you will make the small bells ring. As you rise on the horse`s back with proud valour. You ride and see how clear your thoughts become. You no longer fear looking back. Mean ghosts` grasp can no longer reach you. You can see them, but they cannot catch you. For they have no way to find your paths. A clock is made into a wall clock by holding nail. Hit by mother when father was not there. Time eats up years, but still the bout is sailing. It is as it is and has been what has been. Three armful of longing. And now carefully mixes honey into the milk. And then dream about all hopes. And drink this tea, that makes you warm inside like the sun. One day you will find...


Dagö "Tõuseb traavile"