Last Dream

In the quiet of the night, under the moon's gentle gleam, Life starts to fade, slipping into death like a dream. A journey begins, as the earthly ties unseam, Into the unknown, like a silent, tranquil stream. No pain, no fear, just peace it would seem, Slipping into death, like a dream within a dream. A final sigh, a whisper, a soft sunbeam, Life meets its dusk, slipping into death's regime. Yet, in this end, there's more than what may seem, A cycle continues, in the grand cosmic scheme. For death is but a sleep, a momentary extreme, A new dawn awaits, slipping into life from death's dream.