You may shine bright,  

build empires, chase stars—  

yet voices guide you,  

and shadows shape you.

No one arrives alone,  

nor slips away unseen.  

Birth and farewell elude our will,  

But between these breaths,  

We dance, we dare, we weave.

We love, we falter,  

We rise, we fade.  

Companions drift—  

Some chosen, some fated,  

Some a fleeting blur.

Life flows like a river,  

Carving paths, then merging.  

Dreams and bonds—  

Petals on the wind.

At last, we pause,  

Set down this fleeting frame,  

And return,  

As we began—  

Carried by the unseen tide.

For everyone has their own time to walk.

Only a few embark on a journey eternal,

Etching a path others may follow—  

And many come and go,  

Without leaving a trace

Drifted beyond reach, 

Yet lingered in silence.

MIL breathed last on 12/09/2025 5:30PM