DEAD AND ALIVE

In the realm where life and death entwine,

I weave a tale of the sublime,

Of souls departed and those alive,

A tapestry of stories that will thrive.

Oh, the dead, they whisper in the night,

Their ethereal voices, a haunting sight,

They linger in shadows, unseen, unknown,

Their secrets hidden, yet somehow shown.

Gone from this world, but not forgotten,

Their presence lingers, a love unbroken,

In memories cherished, they forever reside,

Their essence, a beacon, a ghostly guide.

And amidst the living, a vibrant sea,

A tapestry of souls, each one unique,

With hearts that beat and spirits aflame,

They dance through life, each with a different aim.

In their eyes, the spark of dreams ignite,

A flame that burns, ever shining bright,

They navigate the twists and turns,

In search of joy, of lessons learned.

Yet, in this dance, they too shall fade,

As time's relentless march cascades,

Their stories etched in history's tome,

A legacy left, long after they're gone.

So, let us celebrate the dead and alive,

For they are intertwined, connected, and thrive,

In this cosmic dance of life's grand design,

Forever linked, a tapestry divine.