Soul Journey Poem by Agatha Eliza

Shhh! Be silent, get ready to be
embarked on a journey on
Jasper-red lakes with silvery glimmer
surrounded by bulrush powdered in bronze
rowing gently, not to disturb the
drowsy sun from its sleep, or
the crickets from chirping
the other hopeless dreamers
or the whispers that are carried
on the transparent blankets of winds
to reach unknown ears, from shore
to shore...in our dreams, we're on the
same old wooden boat, time after time,
forever and eternal. My heart - a vessel
through which love radiates
like a lighthouse on a distant island
My mind - an hourglass through which
the tiny grains that pass
no longer recount the earthly time
My skin - a tattered shroud,
on which sins are embossed like tattoos
although warm, bathed in light,
and the scars make such an intricate
pattern that always boggled your mind..
My eyes - two black teardrops
fallen from the eyelids of a dying bird
lifeless yet with starry reflections
and remnants of a foregone joy
My hands - two branches
holding firmly the gifts my
foremothers kindly spared for me
walking through fire, sinking in water.