Where are the stars that rest in my eyes? A flame that glimmers in the dark, it calls me to it. Its whisper lulls me into a trance, as I draw near it begins to roar. It captivates me, embraces me, and tells me to dance. Each step it grows, pulsating with vigor. I burn. Red and white, skin a glow. Blood full of fever, but I sweat not. Undulating flames, consuming that speak of rapture. Shimmering, glistening, tension. CRACK! Sparks surge into the night sky. Drifting down, they settle on my lashes like new snow. Now they rest, the stars in my eyes.