In whispers soft where shadows play,  
I ponder if I could fade away.  
Would the world halt, would time stand still,  
A silent void where dreams once filled?  

Would anyone notice, a fleeting trace,  
Of a spirit once woven into this space?  
Would they speak my name with a tender sigh,  
Or let the echoes fade, as time flutters by?  

Beneath the earth where the cold winds moan,  
Would my story linger, or be left alone?  
Would the flowers bloom, or wilt in despair,  
For the heart that was brave, now scattered in air?  

Regrets like whispers in the night,  
Would they haunt my thoughts, or fade from sight?  
Could I find peace in the quiet undoing,  
Or suffer still, in this silent brewing?  

Even in passing, would pain take its toll,  
As my essence drifts from body and soul?  
In the kiss of the wind, would I learn to fly,  
Or remain intertwined with the questions nearby?  

So I ponder the balance of living and loss,  
In the realm of the souls, no matter the cost.  
For in every heartbeat, in every breath drawn,  
Resides the light of both dusk and dawn.