Where ancient stones and ivy meet,
Your presence makes their hush complete.
The centuries dissolve away,
To watch your glow, to learn your sway.

The garden bends, the shadows fall,
Your presence rises over all.
The moon delays, the stars hold fast,
To keep your glow as long as last.

Where silence folds the world in two,
Its calm is shaped by thoughts of you.
The stones grow warm, the breezes sigh,
And lift your name into the sky.

The roses hush, the night is near,
Its silence blooms when you appear.
One gentle breath, the stars take flight,
And scatter songs across the night.