Knight Waiting
Upon the wind rode his thoughts,
In search of ways to quell the pain;
Which tore apart his lively youth,
And plunged his future in the grave.
Which way to turn while on the path,
Lay the quest before his eyes;
But nothing showed the lighted way,
Bar shadows draped in deathly downs.
He slowed his ride to a trot,
And stood before the parting plane;
His heart did pound and die at once,
As clouds drew forth beyond the fields.
The pain and choice were but one,
Unknown to this confidante;
Who camped before the branching dust,
And waited, hoped, he would yet know.
Alas he missed even this,
And died in wait for that change;
Which could not come unless he took,
Either path – for each was right on its day.
Audio Version (To Be Added)
Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1988
(6th poem written in 1988 – exact date of writing unknown)