Verdict

I remember us riding white horses

that would die for their faithfulness

with us on their backs.

Paths that went across the lands of fields,

only your white dress flied behind us.

hillock that extends along the path,

a cross on top guards its land.

It extends its hands sideways and it leaves everybody choose direction.

Shadows and clouds are flowing towards the night

and towards the light where the sun looks,Sun looks up by day.

You have chosen (the) way of night

where the moon spill a shiny thin thread

It lights up trees and abandoned houses

which are empty and where is no children shouting.

I felt like in a trap

when my legs turned to stones.

But you have chased your horse on

up to the edge of the wood where a quarry was.

I have rambled since this moment

and the woods are my judges.

I expect my verdict and judgement on and on

Close to the end of my strenghts and infirm,

I give up elements in the clutches of darkness and nightmare.