The stones recall forgotten years,
They lose their weight, dissolve their fears.
For beauty writes where time erased,
And leaves the night in silver traced.

The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They press your fragrance far and wide.
The stars align, the heavens glow,
To guard the grace the earth must know.

Where shadows rest, your light will start,
It wakes the hush inside the heart.
The world itself forgets its pain,
And learns from you to bloom again.