My restless solitude !

My restless solitude!
the small eyes of my body
and the larger eyes of my horse
do not close at night
not look to the other side
where a dream of thirteen ships
moves tranquilly away.
For, clean and hard, my eyes,
sleepless shield-bearers,
look to a north of metals
and rocky crags
where my vein-less body
consults frozen playing cards.

The dense water.oxen
charge at the boys
who swim in the moons
of their wavy horns.
And hammers were singing
on sleepwalking anvils
the insomnia of the rider
and the insomnia of the horse.

You don't understand 
do you ???
Let me know and I will explain.