By broken wall your beauty lies,
A secret sung to darkened skies.
The air itself forgets to move,
Entranced by what your eyes approve.

The roses hush, their fragrance mild,
They crown the night with something wild.
Yet all their bloom can’t rise above,
The gentleness your eyes speak of.

By silver skies your form is traced,
A fleeting glow the stars embraced.
The night itself is wrapped in you,
A brighter flame than dawn once knew.

You stand where winds grow faint and low,
Yet from your breath new currents flow.
The shadows shift, the air grows clear,
And all of heaven gathers near.