Between the dates etched in stone,
Lies a dash that whispers quiet tales,
Of dreams and paths we wander on,
An emblem of life’s fleeting sails.

In the silence of that simple line,
Reside the echoes of laughter and tears,
Memories woven with threads of time,
Amidst the dance of hopes and fears.

The dash holds love, lost and found,
Adventures that colored our skies,
It speaks of growth, in silence profound,
As moments, like stars, rise and die.

So live the dash with purpose bright,
Embrace its whispers, bold and true,
For in its brevity, shines the light,
Of a life lived fully, in all we pursue.