In the quiet space between breaths, we find
The dash that binds our fleeting past and future.
It whispers tales untold, of dreams and fears,
A silent witness to our joys and tears.

It stretches wide, this line of life’s embrace,
Connecting moments lost to time’s swift race.
A bridge of hope between the now and then,
A pause that beckons us to live again.

Within its span, the echoes softly call,
Of laughter’s light and shadows’ gentle fall.
The dash, a keeper of our endless quest,
To seek the love, the peace, the very best.

So cherish well the dash’s tender grace,
For in its length, we find our sacred place.
A line unbroken by the hand of fate,
A testament to all we celebrate.