Beneath the silent moon’s embrace,
Shadows dance in solemn grace,
Whispering secrets of the past,
In echoes that forever last.

The stars above, they softly weep,
For memories that we shall keep,
In hearts that ache and eyes that mourn,
For those from us who have been torn.

The winds of time, they gently blow,
Through realms where only spirits go,
Carrying whispers, soft and low,
Of love that lingers, though we know.

In twilight’s hush, we find our peace,
As sorrow’s grip begins to cease,
For in the night, we come to see,
Their light within eternity.