A whisper soft, a hopeful, tender gleam,

A vision bright, so close it seems to be,

Like morning mist, a cherished, waking dream,

Yet like a star, forever far from me.

A fleeting joy, a sunlit, warm embrace,

Like cherry blossoms, vibrant, then they fall,

A moment held, a smile upon the face,

But sand through fingers, slipping past recall.

The silent dark, a truth we cannot flee,

A final void, where senses cease to be,

No trick dispels, this stark reality,

Life's fading breath, forever out of reach.