Dearest

• Neroli Light-law, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2019

The dream, holding an angel in your arms, content in your caress,
overlooking a forever stretching coast, foaming waves, crashing onto the gentle fine crystals of sand.
Sea mist tickling your ears, and magnificent clouds, tumbling and swirling across the sky.
The coast is bordered by rigid cliffs, that rise into grand rolling mountains, covered in verdant green and fluorescent grass, separated by blooming buttercups, radiant like the sun, to the farthest you can see.
As the sun lays to rest, fire-flies frolic between the towering blades of grass, dodging the dazzling spider webs, which hug droplets of tears that had once fallen from the sky's cheeks, that sparkle that of jewels.
The moon, finally decides to say hello...
What an enchanting dream.