In the stillness of the night, where shadows grow,
A whisper calls from beyond the twilight’s glow.
The stars, they weep, as they bid adieu,
To a soul embarking on a journey through the blue.

The earth sighs softly, cradling the form,
Of a life now past, leaving memories warm.
Silence drapes like a shroud, cold yet kind,
As time unfolds the truth that we must find.

The river of dreams flows to a distant shore,
Where echoes of laughter are heard no more.
Yet in the heart, a spark remains alight,
Guiding the lost through the endless night.

In the final whisper of existence’s breath,
Lies the promise of peace, in the arms of death.
For every ending is a start anew,
A cycle eternal, for both me and you.