Writers 
Beneath the quiet moonlit sky,
Where ancient stars refuse to die,
There wander souls the years can't claim,
Untouched by time, untouched by flame.
They walked through ages, lost and found,
Through silent wars and sacred ground.
Their footsteps faded into dust,
Yet still their spirits rise with trust.
They have known the grief of parting,
The lonely nights, the days of starting,
The fragile hearts that broke in two,
And promises that never grew.
But death could never end their story,
Nor steal their dreams, nor dim their glory.
For something deeper lives within,
A light no darkness can begin.
Immortal souls do not remain
Because they never suffered pain;
They live because, through every scar,
They learned to find where they are.
They live inside a mother's song,
In memories that still belong,
In whispered names beneath the rain,
In love that calls them home again.
They live in hands that reach to heal,
In quiet kindness people feel,
In every sacrifice unseen,
In every heart that dares to dream.
Perhaps immortality is not
A life untouched by death or rot,
But leaving pieces of our light
Within another's darkest night.
Perhaps the soul becomes eternal
Not through crowns or gates celestial,
But through the lives we somehow change,
Through love that time cannot estrange.
So when the final sunset falls,
And silence answers when life calls,
Let not the heart be filled with fear,
For love will keep the spirit near.
The body may return to earth,
The breath may end, the heart may cease,
But souls that loved with all their worth
Can leave behind a lasting peace.
And somewhere, past the edge of time,
Where mortal clocks no longer chime,
Perhaps immortal souls still meet,
Where every broken heart is complete.
They'll carry laughter, carry tears,
The treasured memories of years,
And every love they thought was gone
Will glow like stars before the dawn.
For nothing loved is truly lost,
No matter what the silence costs.
And though our lives may have an end,
The soul can live in every friend.
So let us live before we fade,
With every promise that we made.
Let kindness be the mark we leave,
And love the legacy we weave.
For flesh is temporary clay,
And time will take our years away,
But souls that love and souls that care
Can become eternal everywhere.
And when our names are barely spoken,
When photographs have all been broken,
The love we gave will still remain.
Perhaps that is the secret kept
By every soul that loved and wept:
Immortality is not endless breath,
But love that survives beyond death.
So let the mortal journey end;
Let every soul become a friend
To time, to memory, to the unknown,
For no true love dies alone.
Immortal souls, though born to cease,
Can leave behind eternal peace.
And in the hearts their love once knew,
They live forever bright, and true.
