The roses hush, their fragrance fades,
Yet sweeter light your soul has made.
The air grows still, the shadows hide,
And beauty reigns on every side.

Where silence rules, your step is flame,
It carves the dusk, it writes your name.
The night obeys, the stars incline,
To guard your light as something divine.

The roses hush, the moon grows shy,
She hides her glow as you pass by.
The heavens bend, the breezes rest,
To hold the night you manifest.