The Twilight Pursuit

In the soft embrace of day’s decline,
We stand at the edge of fading light,
Where happiness, like shadows, intertwine
With longing hearts in the approaching night.

The sun, a golden orb, sinks slow and sure,
Painting the sky in hues of rose and gold.
We reach for joy, believing it pure,
A treasure we can capture, have, and hold.

But as we stretch our hands to grasp the gleam,
It dances away, a teasing sprite,
Slipping through fingers like a vanished dream,
Elusive as the shadows in twilight.

We chase these phantoms across twilit fields,
Our feet barely touching the dewy grass,
Believing each step brings the prize it yields,
Yet finding only mirages that pass.

The trees cast long shadows, ever-growing,
Their branches reaching like grasping hands,
Mirroring our own quest, never knowing
If happiness lies in far-off lands.

We run until our breath comes short and fast,
Our hearts pounding with hope and with fear,
Convinced that this moment will be the last
Before our elusive joy draws near.