She danced in beauty throughout the night, the impressionable chill of the Starry Night; Her eyes twinkled bright like a continuous painting of delicate delight. Swirled with gold and trimmed with desire, she nestled under the slumbering tree curled up in a ball with Georgia O'Keeffe. Waited for sun break to let the lilies free, and as her eyes closed feeling the warmth from the sun; and the hush of the wind, Picasso painted 'The Dream' and she waited until the moon licked the lake once more.