In the silent whispers of the night,
Time weaves its tale, both fierce and kind,
Shadows dance with fading light,
While dreams unravel, hard to find.

The sun ascends, marking its domain,
Each moment slips through grasping hands,
Like grains of sand in endless rain,
A fleeting echo across the lands.

Yet in the heart of every rhyme,
Shakespeare’s words defy decay,
Capturing the essence of time,
In verses that forever stay.

Though seasons change and age will climb,
His sonnets breathe, alive and free,
A testament beyond all time,
To love, to loss, to eternity.