Death’s thievery
In the quiet corners of my mind’s array,
Where dreams unfold, in hues of hopeful play,
I ponder on the might-have-beens untold,
In shadows cast by death’s relentless hold.
A tapestry of life, woven with care,
Threads of laughter, love, and dreams we share,
Yet, amidst the joy, there lies the rue,
For death takes flight, and dreams it subdue.
Like petals plucked from roses’ tender bloom,
Life’s fragrant essence swept away too soon,
The dreams we held, like stars in boundless skies,
Extinct, as tears fall from bereaved eyes.
In memories, their echoes still reside,
Whispers of the futures yet untried,
In moments stolen by fate’s cruel hand,
Potential fades, like grains of drifting sand.
The dance of life, a fleeting masquerade,
As time’s unyielding march cannot be swayed,
And in its wake, the ache of loss remains,
A hollow echo of unwoven chains.
Oh, how death takes away what might be,
The dreams that now will never come to be,
Yet in this somber tapestry, we find,
A celebration of the ties that bind.
For though we grieve the paths that won’t unfold,
The love we shared, a treasure to behold,
In memories, a bridge to what has passed,
A legacy of dreams that still hold fast.
Through grief’s embrace, a bittersweet embrace,
We learn to cherish life’s elusive grace,
To seize the moments, grasp the fleeting spark,
And let our souls soar freely in the dark.
For death may claim the dreams we hoped to see,
But love endures, transcending destiny,
In hearts that beat, the dreams forever dwell,
The might-have-beens, a story to retell.
So let us learn to dance, despite the pain,
To honor those we’ve lost, and not in vain,
In living fully, may their spirits rise,
And in our hearts, their dreams immortalize.
For in the tapestry of life’s grand scheme,
Though death may take away what might have been,
The love we shared, a beacon through the night,
Shall guide us towards the dawn of endless light.
