The garden folds its arms in prayer,
For grace it feels when you are there.
Your smile suspends the turning air,
And crowns the dusk with beauty rare.

Where gentle winds in twilight roam,
Your presence builds their fleeting home.
They circle close, they dare not stray,
Enchanted by your tender sway.

You lean as though the world stood still,
A quiet flame, a boundless will.
The stars retreat, the moon grows shy,
Yet all conspire to watch you nigh.