There is a dazzling Sun shining on the desert dunes. A brave and hot-blooded halo of fire and auburn. There are silver rings dancing together with her, tied to her every step. There is rainbow coloured lace floating around her, spreading joy out of her embrace. There is only Sun shining upon the desert sands. She whirls and revolves around the people who gathered. They gasp as she passed by. They are mesmerised by her grace, by the warmth of her smiles. She spins around, fire and silver, burning deep into the eyes of those who worship her. There is plenty of time before she lays down, plenty of goodness she can offer. Yet, she stays far away from them, she worries that her burning fire would set ablaze those who stand too close. She spins around like there will be tomorrow. Lonely, as if she was the only light in the darkness. Still, she keeps on dancing; she keeps on burning down her fears. She knows that someone somewhere is waiting.

There is only Sun dancing in the starry night. She dances to lose herself in the endless sand. She dances to forget the loneliness. She dances in wait.