Rooftop dancers peer down on glistening grass; creating harmony beside the moon, as long as the night will last; closer to the stars up there; closer to their dreams; the breath of life amongst them; the sky closer than it seems. Possibility is limitless with shingles beneath their toes. The breeze instructs their movements; remorse is lost within the glow. Circles upon circles are traced with every step; leaving new smiles abound, and souls unfettered from regret. The enchanting nature of the melody carries on through the dark; inhaled amid their bodies and etched inside their hearts. Their illuminating twirls and nearly impervious leaps, endlessly abide, out of sight from the streets. My ears will never hear them, nor will my eyes ever see, but the exquisite thoughts of the rooftop dancers is what drives me to believe.