Between the dates, etched in stone so cold,
Lies a dash, a story yet untold.
A whisper in the wind, a fleeting sigh,
The moments that pass, like clouds in the sky.

In the brevity of life, we find our way,
Through sunlit paths and twilight gray.
Each step a chapter, each breath a verse,
In the book of time, both a blessing and a curse.

We dance through days, with joy and strife,
Embracing the essence of this fleeting life.
The dash, a bridge from dawn to dusk,
A silent testament, to all we trust.

So cherish the dash, in its quiet grace,
For it holds the essence of our place.
A whisper of time, a breath of eternity,
Our journey between, a profound mystery.