The Seed of Sleep

"The kid goat drunk on milk runs over the grass chasing the butterflies the shepherd unafraid of decline unafraid of madness unafraid of the harm of thorns plays the tune of morning in the fresh modes of the reed flute. From the small balls of dew rainbows are fired - and like colored ribbons on festival days - they dance with the light. From the full pails milk brims over the rim with its drops drawing the white shape of an apple on the grass." Every night the traveler drinks milk every night all night long the seed of all the warm milky dreams falls into the soil every night all night long it sends its roots into the soil the dream of colored ribbons ...