In the quiet shadows where whispers dwell,
Dylan’s voice echoes through the misty night.
Stars blink above, a celestial farewell,
Guiding the poet to the eternal light.

Words woven with whispers of the wind,
In the embrace of darkness, they softly sing.
A dance of dreams where death begins,
Yet life in verse continues to ring.

Under the pale moon’s gentle gaze,
He speaks to the night, in rhythms deep.
A timeless journey through endless days,
Where the soul awakens, never asleep.

In the quiet of the endless skies,
His spirit finds peace, a tranquil sea.
In every line, a part of him lies,
Alive in the echoes of eternity.