Poems with Another Concept

I'm tranquil, my lady, Without tranquility and putrefy, I keep up with the prairies. No philosophy, but ride in space with horses that Imaginary, To meet you without frills, And no waiting At the spring well… But wait for me there, At the spring of Eden Until you touch the childhood home Our nearby moon… The Faraway, With the fingers of our souls in the village Abyssal.