Kunst auf BASE: Veil of the Vanished

A wisp of lace, a fleeting shade,
In darkness, softly it does fade.
A ghostly waltz, a silent song,
Where shadows dance, it won’t stay long.

Through silver mist, it sways and glides,
A phantom’s sight the night confides.
A memory lost, a dream half seen,
A dance that lingers, then unseen.

Veil of the Vanished by tobydphotographer