In twilight’s tender, quiet embrace,
A soul begins its final race.
Whispers of yesteryears softly call,
As night descends, and shadows fall.

Eyes that once sparkled with life’s delight,
Now dim in the encroaching night.
Memories dance in the moon’s pale glow,
As the heart prepares to let go.

The breath of life, once strong and deep,
Grows feeble, ready for eternal sleep.
Gentle winds of time caress the face,
As the soul yearns for its resting place.

With a quiet sigh, and a soft farewell,
The soul departs, where dreams dwell.
Peaceful now, in the arms of the divine,
Leaving behind a world, once mine.