In the quiet corners where memories dwell,
Shadows stretch in whispers, tales to tell.
The echoes linger, soft as a sigh,
Beneath the vast, unyielding sky.

Each tear a testament to love once known,
In the garden of hearts, seeds of sorrow sown.
The stars above, silent witnesses to pain,
As we seek comfort in the falling rain.

Through the veil of night, dreams softly tread,
Where the past and present gently thread.
A tapestry of moments, woven tight,
In the embrace of endless night.

Yet in the dawn, a tender light appears,
A whisper of hope amidst the tears.
For in the shadows of grief and loss,
We find the strength to bear the cross.