In the quiet shadow of a setting sun, Solomon, my brother, found his way home, Forty-eight years of battles lost and won, A gentle soul claimed by the sea's deep foam. The weight of shadows whispered in his ear, A sorrowed song only his heart could hear, Yet in the silence, echoes crystal clear, Speak of cherished moments forever dear. Though taken by the depths of night’s embrace, His spirit lingers in each tear’s soft grace, In memories where laughter fills the space, Eternal love, even time can't erase. Rest now, dear Solomon, on peace's shore, In our hearts, you'll be forevermore.