In the gentle embrace of evening’s sigh,
Where shadows stretch and silence lies,
A soul departs with whispered grace,
To realms beyond this earthly place.

The stars align in solemn rows,
Guiding her through night’s gentle flow,
Each twinkle a memory softly cast,
In echoes of a life once vast.

The moonlight bathes her path in light,
As she journeys through the endless night,
A poet’s voice in hushed refrain,
In death, her spirit shall remain.

In fields of dreams where lilies grow,
Her essence lingers, soft and slow,
A legacy of words profound,
In silence, her soul is found.