This poem was born from a photograph I took of the shadow cast by smoke rising from a burning candle. In that fleeting moment, shafts of sunlight pierced the drifting smoke, revealing something almost intangible.
Soul
A translucent, shapeless specter,
drifting between being and non-being,
a suspension of time, Soul is
that wich masters eternity.
© Rolando Andrade, 2026
You’ve captured the essence of soul beautifully. Stunning photograph. 💛