In shadows where the whispers fade,
A gentle touch, a fleeting shade,
The echoes of a life once bright,
Now softly merge into the night.

Amidst the tears, the heart does yearn,
For whispers lost, for their return,
Yet in the silence, peace may grow,
In memories, love’s gentle flow.

Through the veil, the soul takes flight,
Into realms where stars hold tight,
Guiding paths with silver glow,
In dreams, we find what we let go.

Though the heart may ache and weep,
In quiet moments, love we keep,
For even in the deepest grief,
There lies the hope of sweet relief.