In the swift silence of the dash,
Lies the tale of our fleeting stay,
Between the cradle’s gentle grasp,
And the grave’s silent embrace.

Whispers of laughter and tears,
Moments woven with golden thread,
Stories told in the quiet years,
In the dash, where life is led.

Every heartbeat and gentle sigh,
A testament to time’s swift flight,
In the space where dreams reside,
Guiding us through day and night.

Embrace the dash with tender grace,
For in its bounds, our essence lies,
A journey through time and space,
A dance beneath the endless skies.