The Dream

On the edge of darkness;
All sentience fading with the color of the day,
A light appears on the blackness of the horizon.
Drifting closer, it scatters warmth into the shadows,
Its light revealing the forgotten green forest and shimmering lake that surrounds you.
As it gets closer, you see that it travels on wings of wispy clouds
And wears robes of silk.
The halo upon its head is a ribbon of sunshine.
The creature could be called an angel;
For she brings light and happiness in places of blackness.
You stare at the glistening stars in the indigo sky.
Then, as quickly as she appeared, the creature begins to
Drift away; disappearing with the light and color that she brought.
Leaving you in blackness.
Like it was just a dream.