In the quiet of the night, shadows come to play,
Whispering secrets that the light of day would betray.
Beneath the silver glow, they softly weave their tale,
Echoes of memories, in the moon’s gentle veil.
They move with grace, a silent ballet,
Reflecting dreams that in the daylight sway.
Each step a mystery, each curve a hidden rhyme,
In the stillness of twilight, they transcend time.
Shadows of lovers, shadows of friends,
Their fleeting forms, where the darkness bends.
A dance eternal, yet so ephemeral,
A story untold, in patterns so surreal.
As dawn approaches, they fade away,
Leaving behind the promise of another day.
But in the heart of night, when the world is still,
Shadows dwell forever, on every windowsill.