The Awaiting Road
Clung heavily to my chest, the blows through the losses sink,
In a tender murmur, the truth appear written in ink,
Ferocity was suddenly lost among black and white on the board,
As I paused wondering when will I finally take the road?
The pain streamed darkly leaving only raw upon rare rest,
Such a quivering faith, the last words were trapped in a nest,
Abandon to the game, above the stones on the board,
As I understood, the two colors battling, taking before me the road.
Unheard from the last cries, your ghost disappear from its place,
Accompanying the waves, you appear among the games, making the pace,
Faith in your return, in the hands dissolving the board,
As I tranquilly continued your attempt to follow the awaiting road.