When my Life
Is at an End,
I shall not be at all surprised
If my Spirit,
A Ball of Plasma,
A Cloud of Glowing Feeling,
Will be seen as a Golden Halo
Leaving my body.
For I have seen
The Golden Sheen
Of Life
Leaving the Earthly Remains
Of many of Gods Creatures,
Those Diamond shaped features
Gold and Silver,
Rainbow hue'd
Viewed
At the Last Exhalation of Breath.
How can we explain
This Mist of Love,
This Rain Cloud of Memory,
This Envelope of Joy?