The White Horse

There is that white horse.
It is the one I wish to ride.

I know it will ride away with me,

together we will gallop away,

gallop away far from the obvious abodes. 

I want to gallop away into the skies above,

I want to gallop away into the deep blue seas,
I want to gallop away into the dark forest,
where the black woods would bind me.

I want to gallop away into some far forsaken love,
I want to gallop away into the winds,
I want to press my lips against hers,
make wild love, fight and leave when it all begins.

I want to gallop away into the shadows,

I want to gallop away into the fall,

I want to gallop away into that light,
that seems to come from a bit far.

I want to ride my white beauty on the oceans spread too far,

I wish her hooves smash the arrogant waves,

and together we go tearing the fire that blazes everyone apart.

I will ride her against the mountain pride,

at the top, the clouds and stars would reach out to us

and together we will spend the night.

My white beauty will take a leap and we will be on that end,
where the suns meet oceans,
where the moon rises and sets with the sun,
where the day and night sleep together
and water dances on the blossom of fire.

I would gallop away into that world,
I would gallop away into that world.