The roses hush, the winds grow shy,
They breathe your name into the sky.
The moon delays, the heavens stay,
To guard your flame in night’s array.

The stones recall forgotten flame,
They etch in silence still your name.
Their cracks dissolve, their weight is gone,
Awakened by your light at dawn.

The roses hush, the stars draw near,
They tremble just to keep you here.
The night itself forgets its song,
For beauty leads it all along.