Walking through the tumbul weed

Tumble weed a tender mover down the road.
Crawling to the chocolate meadow of light and for a moment you see the sunny day of may.
Last year a fairy tale longer than longer.
Worden chair be no more for a moment.
Over the hills to to the waterdark street in which you trot down the street.
Black goat don't go I just want to see you.
I don't dare but in the furnace you will find the passageway.
In the vineyard after day brake white smoke warns you now the mountain is closing time to go see you later.
After the pink clouds now you see the horse in need.
With each breath you jump on his back and take off and never come back.