Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
Shadows dance in the quiet night,
Whispering secrets only they know,
Embracing darkness, hiding from sight.
In the corners of forgotten dreams,
They linger with stories untold,
Fleeting like the gentle streams,
Of memories precious and bold.
Silent witnesses to the heart’s desire,
Shadows stretch and twist with grace,
Reflecting the soul’s quiet fire,
In the stillness of this sacred space.
As dawn breaks with golden light,
Shadows retreat, yet never fade,
Bound to the day, they take flight,
Leaving echoes of the night they made.