The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They hum your name on every side.
The moonlight bends, the heavens stay,
To fold your flame in soft array.

The stones once worn now softly gleam,
They echo back your tender dream.
Their silence hums, their cracks grow mild,
Awakened by the radiant child.

The ivy climbs, the stars take flight,
They scatter sparks to crown your light.
The night itself becomes a song,
When carried by your grace along.