It was dark. I noticed the figures only when they blocked out the distant spots of light so far away, their outlines swallowing and throwing up light like the ancient monsters at eclipse. The figures moved: awkwardly, some more gracefully, but all rhythmically. I did not want to join them, I didn’t feel like I belonged. Suddenly they were no more able to hide the lights from me. The sparkles penetrated their flesh and approached me, encircled me. So suddenly he was there, illuminated from below. He took my hand and we went forth and danced on the stars, and we knew no time.
Written for Drabbles (Words: 104)