You stand where winds no longer roam,
Your beauty makes the shadows home.
The stars draw near, the night is mild,
To bow before the earth’s own child.

The garden waits, the shadows sigh,
It holds its breath as you pass by.
Each step you take, the world stands still,
Enchanted by your tender will.

Where ancient stones grow cold with time,
Your presence warms their silent rhyme.
The centuries dissolve in flame,
That burns eternal in your name.

The roses hush, the night bows low,
The stars forget their place to go.
For all the world has come to see,
The endless light you set it free.