Give me my suitcase

give me my suitcase
I want to go
do not stop me
my heart hurries ahead
over mountains
through heathland
across towns
and patterns of waterways and streets

let me go
until my hair treasures salt
across the eternal plane
of onyx

do not stop me
before the horizon
spits out the country I long for
fjords and forests
a small village
sleeping

let me be a dream
in sleepless night
a cool breeze
on his skin

give me my suitcase
I do not want to go
my thoughts are too keen
my fictive wings too fast
reality cannot catch up with them