To Mate

as you carry away your quarter of sadness
the darkness pours into your train
from the night of the fields
when your train interrupts the night of the forests
the darkness floods it
like a wild reckless dog floods you with trust and leads you to its secret places
once you interrupted its soul, hard and silent

as you carry away your quarter of sadness
and the darkness pours into your train
it's like the sun hitting your eyes
and you cannot see behind it