The roses hush, the stars fall still,
They yield before your quiet will.
The silence breaks, the night is new,
Awakened by the glow of you.

The stones once dark now start to gleam,
Illuminated by your dream.
Their silence hums, their shadows fade,
Within the light your soul has made.

The roses hush, the winds grow shy,
They carry whispers through the sky.
The heavens stay, the stars delay,
To guard your glow in soft array.