When breath dissolves into the air,
And time forgets the weight we bear,
What waits beyond the closing eyes...
A dawn, a void, or soft disguise?
Is death a cradle, rocked anew,
A birth reversed, yet passing through?
Do memories fade, or linger still,
Like echoes bending to the will?
The ones who cross cannot return,
Their lips are sealed, their voices burn.
Yet in the hush, a whisper stays,
A shadowed hymn of hidden ways.
Perhaps it feels like being born,
A gentle veil, a world reborn.
Or maybe silence, vast and deep,
Where souls lie down, at last, to sleep.
And though we ask, and wonder why,
No answer drifts from those who die.
So we remain, with hope and fear,
Listening for what none can hear.
~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 26 March 2026 - All Rights Reserved
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