Echoes of Eternity

In the realm where shadows dwell,

Where time and death are so intertwined,

A tale of life begins to tell,

In whispers of eternity entwined.

Time, the cosmic weaver bold,

Spins a tapestry of moments untold,

From birth's embrace to life's array,

Each thread in its intricate display.

Oh, fleeting hours, swift and fleet,

A dance of seconds, moments greet,

Yet as the sand slip through the glass,

We ponder the meaning as they pass.

For death, a specter lurking near,

Casts its gaze without fear,

In every heartbeat's steady drum,

Its whisper echoes, "Time will come."

But listen closely to its tone,

For death, though feared, is not alone,

In its embrace, a solemn grace,

A reminder to cherish life's embrace.

For in the arms of time, we find,

A beauty so profound, defined,

Each breath is a gift, a precious chance,

To savor life's transient dance.

As seconds tick, we're called to see,

The fragility of mortality,

To seize the day with hearts ablaze,

Before the twilight's gentle haze.

So let us bask in the warm sunshine of love,

Let laughter be our mantra's flow,

Embrace the tales that time does tell,

For in their essence, we live so well.

And when the final moments chime,

When death arrives, his claim to time,

Let our legacy be one of grace,

As we transcend to another space.

For in the cycle that will repeat,

In nature's rhythm, so complete,

Time and death, forever twine,

In the tapestry of life's design.