The fairy sunset sinks into me, covers me with a golden cloak, I stand so - the magic in captivity and I want this moment to be forever. And it is sadness, and it is ecstatic magic - golden dancing fluffy clouds, forget everything for the moment, enchanted, charmed, heart-touched. Night is the time of ghosts and angels, that moment in which the Soul flies, skipping bulges and distances - in lunar dance with stars rotate. He gladly drops his anchor - the body in which it is chained, fly lucky, airy and free, dancing, lunar magic splashed. And it's getting harder for the body to come back, she wants the stars to stay, to dance with them and to hug them, someday ... and it will happen!