Kantalenes Myth

I walk on the icy Milky way where ghost horses shape clouds and stuff and Myth comes down naked and fragile Man and Woman came into being in such a Myth They stepped across many borders, they danced in a star wheel Tales are told, live for awhile and then disappear In many tales Man came to Woman And she told him she had seen him in a dream As he had come from the ghost horses he understood Still he was snow huts and coldness Only Woman could give him warmth as shelter He now came to believe in his mission He had to be the first Lover of Poetry And he had to walk from land to land With love as a yoke on his shoulders Man was eyes, skin, heart, dance and song He saw Womans intentions and he sank beneath promised Beauty Then they walked across the vast field Unto the place where horizon tilt