Beneath the silver glow of twilight,
Shadows twirl in a silent ballet,
Feet whisper on the ground so light,
In a dance that bids the night to stay.
Graceful arcs that paint the air,
Bodies sway in perfect rhyme,
A symphony of silent prayer,
In the fleeting dance of time.
Eyes closed, hearts wide open,
Lost in rhythms soft and deep,
Dreams in every step woven,
As the world around them sleeps.
They dance till dawn’s first light appears,
A tapestry of dreams unfolded,
In the quiet, held so dear,
By the dance, their souls are molded.