Sailor

We where born.
There was some music playing.
Reminded us to the road.
Wheels on the gray sea.
Big, dark trees.
I remember.
Sometimes.
One or another.
I see.
You don´t have to understand.
They come from a distant land.
A thousand times one.
The sailor.
Is getting near shore.
The waters are calm.
Their hearts panic.
Four riders are coming

Passing Through. (Time and Space.)

Through
They search for his honor.
They search for him, in far away lands
too.
In the Autumn, in the world,
they search for him in the altar.
In the woods, in hell.
But he is nowhere to be found.
Time and space.
Don´t tell them that you saw him.
Not for your life.
Not for your soul.
Not for all the wisdom in the world.
Not even for love.
If we believe what they say.
True.
And, What do they say?
Them.
That the most beautiful thing,
Anyone has created.
Is a new day.
They say.
Through.

Wild.

I shouted at the empty sky.
I glaze upon the gray clouds.
And fell through space.
Wondering.
Am i alive?
Will i be alive?
Do i dream with electric sheep?
And if i do.
I can´t help to wonder.
What else can i dream about?
Can anything dream about me?
Am i just an atom in the vast universe?
Disposable, unbearable, a blank in the book of time.
I turned to see home, far away.
I saw myself a thousand times,
almost.
And i knew.
What happened then.
Then.

I forgot.
And when i woke up.
I was in the most depressing place in the world.
Home.
Now.