Beneath the silent moon’s embrace,
The dancers move in perfect grace.
Shadows twirl upon the ground,
A symphony without a sound.
Their feet, like whispers, skim the floor,
Each step a story, ancient lore.
Light and darkness intertwine,
In rhythm, hearts and souls align.
The world fades into soft hues,
As every motion gently soothes.
A dance of dreams, of hopes untold,
In every twirl, a tale unfolds.
As dawn breaks, the dance subsides,
Yet in the heart, it still abides.
A timeless waltz of night and day,
In every beat, we find our way.