In the gentle hum
of a waking dream,
A silent current
in a hidden stream,
Beyond the seasons,
beyond the fading light,
A quiet knowing
through the darkest night.
No distant whisper,
no fleeting transient sigh, But a steady beacon
beneath an endless
sky.
A constant presence,
though unseen by us, A timeless promise
that never truly dies.
It is always there,
a breath upon the breeze,
Bringing comfort,
putting hearts at ease.
A silent echo through the years that blend,
A loyal spirit until the very end.
