In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls,
Softly echoing through the halls,
A gentle breeze carries your name,
In dreams, nothing feels the same.

Stars above, your light they borrow,
Guiding through the depths of sorrow,
In every tear, a story told,
Of a love that never grows old.

Shadows dance where you once stood,
In the garden, in the wood,
Memories paint the sky so vast,
Holding moments that forever last.

Though the silence speaks of goodbye,
Your presence lingers, never to die,
In the heart, in the soul, you stay,
A cherished light that guides the way.