Observers

They are observers.
They observe the luminosity of the soul.
Observers are those beings who watch us
from a place we cannot see.
I feel their delight,
when our luminosity increases.
Well, that's another story.
One day they (the observers) will come for my soul.
It will be in the future.
Well, I don't know how, but I "remember" what will happen.
They accompany me to the Hall
Where the "Elders" (I couldn't find another word) are holding a council.
There are about 12-13 of them, somewhat reminiscent of ancient Egyptian gods,
And I await their decision.
Strange!
The thing is, it seems they haven't had such a "long"
or, I don't know how to say it, "controversial" council before me.
Waiting! (But the commentary—you know what it's like!)
Flickering and fluttering!
They speak in whispers.
Sometimes they look at me strangely,
and I can't figure out why?
I don't remember the rest...

Iltifat Heydarov
January 12, 2015