In twilight’s embrace, weary and old,
A dancer ponders the tales yet untold.
She asks, will you linger in time’s gentle shade?
Or gracefully fade in the dusk, betrayed?

Endorphins spike, a fleeting ballet,
Life’s sweet melody, a transient display.
Touched by moments, entranced, morphed by the moon,
Forever entwined in destiny’s tune.

Life, a myth conquered, resplendent and bright,
Blinding with sight, in the cosmic light.
Replacing the echoes of stories once told.
Cyclic the dance, where new finds its hold.