In shadows deep, where whispers dwell,
The quiet steps of time do tell,
A journey marked by unseen grace,
In twilight’s arms, we find our place.

With every breath, a fleeting dance,
The tender touch of life’s romance,
The dash between the dates we see,
Holds stories vast, eternity.

Beneath the stars, a gentle sigh,
Where souls like whispers softly fly,
The silence speaks in gentle tones,
Of lives once lived, now etched in stones.

In stillness, find the echoes near,
A testament to all held dear,
Embrace the dash, the space between,
For there, the heart of life is seen.