In the quiet whisper of the night,
Shadows dance in moon’s pale light,
Memories of lives once bright,
Fade into the eternal flight.

Time, the thief with silent tread,
Steals our breath, our dreams, our thread,
Leaves us pondering what was said,
As we lie upon our bed.

Mortality, a fleeting guest,
In our hearts, it finds its rest,
Love and loss, its final test,
In the end, we are all blessed.

For in the echoes of our days,
Through the mist, the morning haze,
We find a peace, a gentle phase,
As we embrace the twilight’s gaze.