She would drain the stars dry,
        corpses of lifeless mounds
hollow and drifting.

Hunger is a ravenousness
              unfulfilled desire.
Never attained but still stars scream.

Expired in the darkness,
               cadavers hang silently.
The stars are glistening,
         A sky of fireflies dying.

She wore a black dress made of the fire
and art of poetry
and she glided gracefully as she tip-toed
from star to star
with her soft hair spilling out and over the sky
painting the night the color of dreams
she danced within the gleaming
silk indigo flames of eternity
out in the dark where
no one could watch her move
and even though she
was far out in the darkness
way up high where no one could see her
and my eyes could not trace
the outline of her form
or make out the shape of her smile
I knew she was beautiful
I could feel it in the space beneath my ribs
and in the sound of my heart beat

Step one: wait for a down pour even if it seems like forever

Step two: find someone you love

Step three: let your hair down, there is no need for effort

Step four: music that the world should never get rid of

Step five: an outfit you would where anywhere no matter the time or place

Step six: an open heart

Step seven: leave behind the straight face

Step eight: your smile is a work of art

Step nine: a good reason

Step ten: or not

Step eleven: most importantly dance because it is freeing feeling

Step twelve: dance because it brightens everyone's eyes, even if you are a big shot

Finally dance because you can be there for the rainbow after the storm.