Dream, I Rode Astride

I rode astride
a billy goat.
Grandfather said to me:
‘Your way lies there.’
‘Yes, yes’, shouted my shadow,
dressed like a beggar.
My clothes said:
‘It’s paved with gold!’
A great swan winked and said:
‘Follow me!’
and a snake bit
my pilgrim smock.

I looked at the sky and thought:
‘Where is my path?
The last roses will be
like the first.
In the mist flesh
changes, and dew.’

My fantasy horse bears me
over red land.
‘Let me be!’ my pensive heart
shouted, weeping.
I left it in the earth,
filled with sadness.

Night came
full of folds
and shadows.

The way is lit
by the luminous azure eyes
of my billy goat.