Red running through my soul.

I want my hair to be

a deep auburn red,

my eye’s sparkling blue

and glittering shoes.

I want a red lace dress

that clings in all the right places

and twirls over my hips.

I want to dance.

I want to feel the beat in my soul,

slow and sensual.

I want to become lost

in the notes as I

dance through the words.

I want candles flickering

in the moon light,

as the sky weeps for

the dying stars.

I want to dance.