The Soul Remembers

My journey comes to an end

In silence, words forgotten,

Time undone a little each day,

Not a word said, nothing spoken,

Alone now, without a friend,

Failing memory took them away.

The echoes fade, the voices dim,

Once so bright, now lost in gray.

Like autumn leaves on fragile limbs,

Drifting further, blown away.

I reach for names I used to know,

But only whispers seem to stay.

The stars still shine, though out of sight,

Their glow concealed behind the haze.

A mind once sharp, now veiled in night,

Trapped within a misty maze.

The past dissolves, like melting snow,

Each flake erased in fleeting days.

Yet in my heart, a spark remains,

A warmth untouched by time's cruel hand.

Though shadows grow and sight may wane,

Somewhere, I still understand.

A love once held can’t fade to dust—

Its ember glows beneath the sand.

So as the night draws ever near,

And silence hums its solemn tune,

I’ll walk this path devoid of fear,

Beneath the silver, watchful moon.

For though I wander, lost and small,

The soul remembers through it all.