In hues of twilight, the search begins,On canvas vast, where silence spins.A party small, with lanterns light,Seeking through the shroud of night.Their shadows dance in muted tones,Across the oil, their purpose moans.A quest for what's lost, or never was,In strokes of paint, their hope does buzz.The faded colors whisper tales,Of longing deep, where memory sails.A vintage scene, of eerie cast,Where dreams are sought, and time is past.So let them search, these souls of art,For in their quest, they find their heart.And though they roam, in despair's embrace,Within the canvas, lies their grace.

Shades