Whisper of Eternity

Beneath the sky, where shadows sleep, Where silence runs both wide and deep, A fragile thread begins to fray, And life, in whispers, slips away. No louder than a raven's wing, No harsher than a winter's sting, Death walks a path both still and vast, The future bending to the past. It’s not the end, but transformation, A final, fleeting revelation, A bridge that spans from here to there, A place beyond the weight of care. In death, the stars find soft release, The chaos stills, the soul finds peace. The echoes fade, the clocks unwind, And time dissolves, unbound, unlined. Though tears may fall and hearts may break, The spirit flows, a boundless lake. No prison binds, no tether holds, In death, the universe unfolds. So fear not, traveler, when it’s near, For death’s embrace is soft, sincere. It grants the weary soul reprieve, And weaves the truths we can’t conceive.