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