The garden halts, its silence deep,
It holds the light it longs to keep.
Your eyes, two mirrors calm and clear,
Remind the dusk why stars appear.

Where ivy climbs the weathered stone,
Your beauty stands, yet not alone.
The night itself forgets to move,
And yields its silence to your proof.

The roses hush, their petals close,
They breathe your name in soft repose.
One fleeting glance, the dusk grows kind,
And leaves its sorrow far behind.

By crumbled wall your figure glows,
A tender spark the twilight knows.
The air suspends, the hours wait,
To honor beauty time creates.