Dancing with shadows in the moonlight

The world sleeps sound, a hushed and silvered stage,

Where silent moonbeams paint the ancient page.

From deepest corners, born of fading light,

My phantom partners gather in the night.

They stretch and sway, a silent, fluid grace,

Reflecting secrets on the Earth's dark face.

I step among them, where the edges blur,

No solid form, no whispered, earthly stir.

My spirit rises, light as moonlit mist,

In an embrace by spectral fingers kissed.

We turn and glide, a waltz of ebb and flow,

A silent language only spirits know.

Each shadow holds a memory, a dream,

A silent echo from a forgotten stream.

They whisper tales of what has been and gone,

Until the first faint promise of the dawn.

No fear resides in this ephemeral play,

Just sacred communion, come what may.

And as the moon descends, a fading gleam,

They melt away, like fragments of a dream.

But in my soul, the rhythm softly keeps,

The silent music where the moonlight sleeps.

A timeless dance, a bond profoundly true,

Between the darkness and the silver dew.