“Dancing with the Stars”©

Come dance with me on the sun’s last look,
When hues of skies turn to pink,
Through silent sands that leave no trace
Of prints to the first of evening’s wink.

Come dance with me on moonlit clouds,
While beams of silver light the way,
And Cassiopeia sits for hours,
Staving off the light of day.

Come dance with me as Orion hunts,
Across boundless fields of stars that sing,
And Sagittarius dons his bow,
As we float high on Angels’ wings.

Come dance with me on sparkling waves,
Where Ursa Major shares her lights,
And Ursa Minor sleeps peaceful by,
Oblivious to this magical night.

Come dance with me ‘til dawn peeks through,
On the last glimmer of fading stars,
Until again the moon lights the clouds,
And we call this Heavenly Dance Floor ours.

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