Crystals at the beck of the moon,

Jazzy stars seep slowly into my dreams.

I shut my eyes, pin my body against the night and feel

the thrill of the night shoot across me. From top to bottom.

I take a jab in the face of the glittering stars above my glass ceiling to fill my imagination with colourful pictures.

To sweat in my dreams as I take off like a superhero.

To fly off from high rooftops and surf cloud nine.

The night is a free space for an open mind to gather creative pieces and paint them into a portrait that will shoot across the sky in awe.

The night is amazeballs.