Perfect angle to chase the sun

By twilight's soft embrace, 

Where shadows find their space, 

A subtle dance, no sound, 

Breaks fragmented, profound. 

 Silhouettes fluid and free, 

No verse, just visual decree, 

The play of light and dark, silent affair, 

Contours that dance beyond compare. 

 ink spilled upon a canvas white, 

blending the day into the night, 

ever-changing and vague, 

Sweet mesmerizing plague. 

 they weave and twirl, 

a transient swirl, 

A tapestry of shades silently fades 

All subtle and serene, a fleeting dream,

an enigmatic call, 

A dance of shadows, captivating all.