In the quiet shadows where whispers fade,
A gentle touch of memory lingers on,
Echoes of laughter in the silent glade,
Where time stands still, and life seems withdrawn.

The stars above, they softly weep,
For a soul that now has taken flight,
Through dreams and memories we keep,
In the tender arms of endless night.

Beneath the moon’s calm, silver glow,
We wander through the paths of yore,
Seeking solace in the love we know,
In every whisper, in every shore.

Though distance parts us, heart from heart,
The bonds remain, unbroken, strong,
In every sunrise, a brand new start,
In every sunset, a familiar song.