In the quiet dusk, where shadows softly fall,
A whisper lingers, echoing the call.
The gentle breeze carries tales untold,
Of souls departed, in the night so cold.

Amidst the silence, memories arise,
Fading whispers beneath the starlit skies.
Each tear a testament to love once known,
In the garden of dreams, where seeds are sown.

The moonlight dances on the weeping trees,
Singing elegies with the mournful breeze.
A symphony of loss, a gentle embrace,
Guiding the weary to a sacred place.

Though shadows deepen in the heart’s domain,
Their essence lingers, in joy and in pain.
In every heartbeat, their whispers reside,
A timeless connection, where love abides.