Whispers of a Fading Light

Whispers of a Fading Light

In the quiet of the evening sky,

Where golden colors fade and sigh,

A gentle voice drifts through the air,

A quiet hope, a heartfelt prayer.

Once strong hands now shake with age,

Holding memories on life’s page.

Silver hair and lines so deep,

Stories their hearts forever keep.

A child once small, now stands so tall,

Still hears their mother’s loving call.

A father’s laugh, a warm embrace,

Now only found in time’s embrace.

Oh, time moves fast, yet slow it seems,

We chase our past, we hold our dreams.

Moments slip just like the sand,

We long to hold them in our hands.

A heartbeat slows, a candle dims,

Yet love still sings in quiet hymns.

Though bodies fade to dust and stone,

Their love remains, we’re not alone.

So hold them close, don’t let them go,

Before their light begins to glow.

For every soul, like morning bright,

Must rise, must shine, must take its flight.

And though we cry and tears may fall,

Their love still wraps around us all.

For love can break the chains of time,

Forever yours, forever mine.

We Through every thought, through every dream,

search for those we’ve lost, it seems.

Like echoes soft in empty halls,

Their voices answer when love calls.

A mother’s hand, a father’s guide,

Now walk as shadows by our side.

Yet in the night, a glowing spark,

Reminds us love won’t fade to dark.

The laughs we shared, the lessons taught,

The love so deep, the joy they brought.

Though time may change the face and form,

Love’s embrace remains so warm.

We stand beneath the autumn leaves,

The wind that sings, the heart that grieves.

Yet in the rustling, soft and low,

Familiar voices gently flow.

Love is not a fleeting spark,

Nor lost within the endless dark.

It lingers on through storm and strife,

The ever-burning flame of life.

So take these hands, though old they be,

And feel the love in memory.

For in each hug, in every sigh,

Love whispers soft—it won’t say goodbye.

Let moonlight calm the silent earth,

And stars shine bright in love’s rebirth.

Though years may pass and time may cease,

Love’s quiet glow will bring us peace.

And so, we walk with heads held high,

Beneath the endless painted sky.

For though they leave, they’re never gone,

Their love, their light, forever on.