In the quiet dawn, he took his leave,
Casting lines into the unknown deep.
The waters whispered secrets he would weave,
In dreams where waking souls still sleep.

Beyond the river’s gentle flow,
He sails with winds of memory’s breath.
Gone fishing where the starlights glow,
In the boundless sea of death.

The echoes of his laughter play,
Amongst the ripples of moonlit tides.
Gone fishing, where the shadows stay,
In the heart where love abides.

We cast our lines in the fading light,
Seeking whispers he left behind.
Gone fishing into the endless night,
Where peace and eternity entwine.