In the quiet whispers of the night,
I hear your laughter echoing still,
A friend, a light, a beacon bright,
Now vanished over the distant hill.

Through fields of joy and paths of tears,
We wandered side by side each day,
Yet time, relentless, draws us near,
To moments where we part our way.

I hold the echoes close to heart,
Each memory a treasured thread,
Though distance keeps our worlds apart,
In spirit, your words are never dead.

Beneath the stars, I wish you well,
Though paths diverge, the bond remains,
A silent promise I will tell,
In dreams, we’ll meet beyond the plains.