There’s a halo above my head, <br />it wasn’t there yesterday, am I dead? <br />I can see blue sky above me <br />and a nightingale singing in the tree. <br />The light shines but the darkness remains. <br />I hold my hand out and can only feel rain. <br />My fire is cold but burning bright. <br />I stoke it and see embers jump into the night. <br />For I am lost, which way I can’t say, <br />I have a halo above me so I suppose that’s OK.<br /><br />JJ Evendon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/halo-11/
