Halo

There's a halo above my head
It wasn't there yesterday, am I dead?
I can see blue sky above me
And a nightingale singing in the tree
The light shines but the darkness remains
I hold my hand out and can only feel rain
My fire is cold but burning bright
I stoke it and see embers jump into the night
For I am lost, which way I can't say
I have a halo above me so I suppose that's OK.

poem by JeanJacques Evendon
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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