Eternity and Life

My broken spirit's glad to meet its death. The hards of life can blind my eyes. A pawn moves on the surface dead and digs its layer and then dies. My dream is muddling all the real life. Shades, lights – they play a gist of fate. Black squares are blending with the night and whites are similar to days. The sand of life does vertically slide and a horizon's near and too far. Chess-men move to and fro behind the line. Eternity and Life are meeting fast.