Flickering flames race through my veins. My hands weave a graceful pattern in the air and twirl a dance unlike any other.
Under the heavy, I raise my face to dream of the new day. I blush anew at the thought of seeing him.
My dance slows to a waltz as a smile thoughtfully crosses my face.
Willow, old as time, appears. I glide toward it with open arms and slowly fiery dance begins to glow from blue to purple.
He leaves my mind and I close my eyes as the strands from the willow slide against my bare arms.
Laughter burst free, I smile and the loving moon watches.