Circles Of Night Poem by Sina Sanjari

I bear a lantern
to the endless circles of night —
I wander still—
yet find no balm
for this vast darkness,
not yet,
though I try.

One day, perhaps,
on your lips
a tale of sorrow will bloom —
how the pilgrim
merged with the river,
the river,
keeper of the cryptic word.

Behold!
a pebble
surrenders
to the dark waters.
and one day shall it lay
its burdened secret
at the breast
of the sea,
and know repose.