The Soul’s Journey

The soul moves
through the weary vessel of the body,
crossing the ages
as the wind crosses deserts.

From the book of time,
a single page turns
its lines carved with the ache of centuries.

Yet in the barren pool of life,
a lone fish of hope
draws breath,
defying the silence of drought.

Life inhales,
life exhales,
in a body made of ashes
where darkness rests upon light,
and light rests upon darkness,
each holding the other in eternity.

Maryam Eskandari