Two silhouettes dance beneath the pale moonlight,
A stage of shadow where whispers breathe—
Soft echoes of a love too vast to speak,
Footprints in sand that lead nowhere.
A tapestry woven with gentle sighs,
Each strand a flicker, a heartbeat lost;
In corners where night kisses dawn,
Is found the truth we only chase.
Forever the paths diverge, converge,
Woven together, apart in radiant chaos;
Are you the whisper, or am I the light,
That binds us in this transient dance?