One day

In the pureness of white, I float
I dance, then flow, long hair in the air
bliss-gliding I still hope, you will find me here…

Resting on marshmallow cloud coated with angelic breath,
I swing and sway, take a honeyed rest  

In the whiteness of Light, I need not “more”
Drunken in love with Love, I soar
bliss-gliding I rejoice, you have found me there…

by Monika Maj,  2012