At the edge of the body
there is said to be
a flaming halo-
yellow, red, blue
or pure white,
taking its color
from the state
of the soul.
Cynics scoff.
Scientists make graphs
to refute it.
Editorial writers,
journalists, & even
certain poets,
claim it is only mirage,
trumped-up finery,
illusory feathers,
spiritual shenanigans,
humbug.
But in dreams
we see it,
& sometimes even waking.
If the spirit is a bride
about to be married to God,
this is her veil.
Do I believe it?
Do I squint
& regard the perimeter
of my lover's body,
searching for some sign
that his soul
is about to ignite
the sky?
Without squinting,
I almost see it.
An angry red aura
changing to white,
the color of peace.
I gaze at the place where he turns into air
& the flames of his skin
combine
with the flames of the sky,
proving
the existence
of both.
So nicely and touchingly it has been inscribed the edge of the body relating to soul. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.
A nice poem on the existence of a halo around the body. Very nicely crafted and enjoyed reading it. 'I gaze at the place where he turns into air & the flames of his skin combine with the flames of the sky, proving the existence of both.'... is an amazing stanza. Loved it.
Without squinting, I almost see it. An angry red aura changing to white, the color of peace./// superb expression
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The interrelation and bondage between edge of the body of the loved one and his soul wonderfully unveiled. Well deserved modern poem of the day.