Between the Shadow of Night and the Light of the Moon

Between the Shadow of Night and the Light of the Moon

In the quiet of the night, when silence pours like wine,

And the stars spill silver threads across the sky,

There wandered a lost soul, searching for peace,

Trembling between shadows, unsure of where to go.

I took her hand, I was the dream walking beside her,

But our feet sank into the dark sand,

Between time and space, sound melted into silence,

And eyes saw through dreams, never quite touching reality.

"What do you seek here?"

I asked, but her answer lay in the quiet,

Her eyes shimmered like a bewitched lake,

Hiding tales that no one knew,

Stories that only throbbed in the heart of the night.

"I search for light in the darkness of this world,"

She replied, her words like a mirage lost to the wind,

And our steps left marks on the heart of the night,

Yet there was no trace of us by dawn,

As if we were but a dream that vanished with the first light.

We paused, and I watched her melt into the shadows,

A soul with no face, no name, no time,

But she touched the heart with fingers of fire,

As if carrying a secret lost in the winds.

In the final hours before the dawn broke,

I held her hand, but it was empty,

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again,

She was gone—like a mirage dissolving at dusk.