In silent steps, the shadow creeps,
A whisper soft, where the heartbeats sleep.
The dash between, both life and cease,
A fleeting breath, a gentle lease.

Time holds hands with the fleeting dash,
A silent dance in the cosmic flash.
Death’s embrace, a tender call,
Where echoes of life in silence fall.

Memories linger in the twilight’s glow,
Stories untold, where shadows flow.
The dash, a bridge of whispered dreams,
Between the known and unseen streams.

In the hush of night, the stars align,
A testament to the dash’s divine.
In its quiet, we find our peace,
As life and death in harmony cease.