Przeginia

… I know you, this scent is so familiar, a nocturnal shimmer of damp woody earth rises. But I know it’s true that visions are rarely all they seem, I lie there moss-bedded. Yet when I know you, I can only see you blurred...

I lay outside somewhere today, a camp, Was truly happy in my life; I lay stretched out, around me only wild fragrant herbs, Thought about this, thought about that, Watched the horses running back and forth, And the fire sizzled...