On The Edge Of Night

• Zaira Nosaibah, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

Cliffs line the outskirts of the vast sea,
Dancing around is the serene music of the sea's assets,
The dark night's open eye peers through a towering tree,
Peace, well... As much as a singing cricket lets,

I trace all the constellations a mere app taught me,
And reach out to grab a dazzling light,
I'm at some place beyond the sea,
On the edge of a cliff, as close as I might,

The soft murmuring of Cupid's victims,
Lying next to each other, hands entwined,
Nature's floor tickling their limbs,
Horrid pasts all left behind,

I enjoy the wind kissing my skin,
I love this crazy height,
I want to lay here forever,
After all... I'm on the edge of night.