The Beam

The beam came gently, in the tender night,
Pulling out my Self, with all it’s magnetic might.
Resisting the haul, it managed me to sway,
Carrying to a place, brimming with enchanted light.

Defying myself, without moving away,
Awestruck, I stood amidst resplendent hay!
Was it ElDorado? The land of gold?
For, yellow sheen was all over the way!

A river of gold, as in stories I was told!
Shimmering and rippling, through the mountain fold!
Breeze blew, swaying flowers with golden hue!
What a glorious sight, it was to behold!

Mesmerised I stood perceiving, as time flew.
My Master emerged, through lustre fresh as dew!
Emanating peace, radiating love, granting grace.
The beam had pulled me to paradise, now I knew!

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