The Northerly Wind

The northerly wind brought the odd uncertainty And the cold gust of unknown, forthcoming changes. The only right way was very hazy and dusty; I couldn’t find the suitable roads and bridges. A winged thoroughbred appeared in the dark sky, And snorted friendly nearby my tilted head. I couldn’t mount it because its back was too high, That horse was stunning though its snow-white wings bled. The northerly wind blew off drapes at a window, And an unborn child waved to me from the inside, But the jealous mother buried it in a pillow. I stood there lonely and dreamed to vanish or hide. The air thickened for the black clouds and the dust, I am sure my chances wait for me far away; Just behind the horizon. I’ll find them – it’s a must. The wind is to bring a more favorable day...