In the silence of the night, where dreams unfold,
Lies a dash between the stories of old.
A simple line, yet profound it may be,
Marking moments of life, our legacy set free.

Through the winding paths and the roads untold,
The dash speaks of tales, both timid and bold.
It whispers of laughter and echoes of tears,
A compass of memories across the years.

In the gardens of time, where flowers bloom,
The dash is the heartbeat, dispelling the gloom.
A testament to love, to joy, and to strife,
The silent witness to the dance of life.

When the sun sets low and shadows cast long,
The dash remains, in whispers and song.
For in that small line, eternity lies,
A bridge between earth and the endless skies.