In the stillness of the waning light,
Whispers of stars begin their gentle dance,
As shadows stretch to embrace the night,
In silence, we join their timeless trance.
The fading echoes of a distant song,
Carry tales of dreams and whispered sighs,
A journey where we all belong,
To find the peace that never dies.
Leaves rustle softly, a tender goodbye,
While the moon cradles the weary sky,
In this moment, we learn to fly,
Beyond the bounds where echoes lie.
A gentle breeze, a final breath,
Marks the passage through the veil,
In the quiet arms of death,
We find the light, the sacred grail.