• Dancing threw the black, white powder, a figment, glowing, twirling threw the night sky- illuminated, new, and beautifully. Smaller then a fly, flying threw the sky. The miniature me smiled brightly up at me. I smile back at her, enchanted by the world. Roses, butter cups, and red dandelions. Delicate wings fluttering softly in the silence of the night. I touch nothing, afraid to disturb the undisturbed peace that enchanted me so. It ended, with a delicate light, fluttering so softly away from the scene. I waved, good-bye my dear ever-light.