Echoes We Leave Behind

In the still hum of a restless night,

Dreams unfurl their fragile flight.

Whispers linger where shadows grow,

In corners of the heart we seldom show.

Beneath the stars, an ancient tale,

Of moments short and lives frail.

Each step we take, a thread we weave,

In the endless tapestry we leave.

A child laughs, a lover cries,

A fleeting truth in fleeing skies.

Each heartbeat sings, a fugitive song,

Both passing and eternal, all along.

The world will turn, as it always does,

Unchanged by what remains of us.

But in our words, our deeds, our fire,

Echoes of a soul might still inspire.

So live, dear soul, with all your might,

Be the sunrise in another's night.

For when we're gone, what lingers true,

Are the echoes of love and dreams we knew.