Dancing Shadows

In twilight's mild include they sway,

Silhouettes forged in the fading light,

Whispering secrets as they play,

The dancers of the enigmatic night.

Shadows waltz upon the dim-lit floor,

Their swish movements, a mystic art,

Twirling and twining, forevermore,

Captivating souls with each swish start.

In the golden glow of the putting sun,

They come alive, a ballet unseen,

Their types intertwined, as if they're one,

A dance of beauty, each bold and serene.

With each and each step, a story they impart,

Of forgotten dreams and untold desires,

In their silent rhythm, they shall go away a mark,

Igniting hearts with passion's fires.

Oh, how they shimmer and pirouette,

Merging and splitting like a smooth sigh,

A symphony of darkness, we might not forget,

Their elusive beauty, mesmerizing the sky.

Embracing the night, they increase on,

A delicate stability between light and shade,

Guided by way of way of the moon's celestial song,

In their realm of wonder, they in no way fade.

So, let us revel in their fleeting grace,

These dancing shadows, each near and far,

For they remind us of life's transient pace,

And the magic that lies inside who we are.