In the quiet night, she walked alone,
A soul unbound, to realms unknown.
Through shadows deep, where whispers cease,
She found the gentle hand of peace.

The stars above, they softly wept,
For one whose secrets they had kept.
In whispered winds, her voice would blend,
A journey’s start, yet also end.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,
She sailed on dreams, a silent stream.
With every breath, a life unspun,
And thus a timeless rest begun.

In fields of gold, where silence thrives,
Her spirit lives, her essence drives.
The world she left, but not forgot,
In every line, her soul is caught.