In the silence of a distant star,
Rilke’s words traverse the night,
Whispering tales of love and war,
In shadows cast by moon’s soft light.

Through gardens where the roses bloom,
His verses paint a world unseen,
A dance of life, a poet’s tomb,
Where dreams and reality convene.

In every heart, his echoes linger,
A symphony of joy and sorrow,
With every line, a gentle finger,
Pointing towards a bright tomorrow.

Rilke’s life, a timeless story,
Woven in the fabric of our souls,
An endless quest for fleeting glory,
Where poetry and life are whole.