She’s calling me in
Beckoning me with her enchanting light
Shimmering, pulsating, morphing & moving
There’s a warmth within her
The warmth of being held
It moves, its shimmers through me
Engulfing me in her lovely light
There’s no fear within her
No manipulation in her mesmerizations
It’s pure she whispers to me
As pure as pure as light
Writen December 2018, Bali by Zoe Langman
Art: Zoe Langman
