You linger where the twilight fades,
Its final glow your grace remakes.
The shadows fall, the air turns new,
And crowns the dusk in shades of you.

The roses hush, the moon grows shy,
She hides her face as you pass by.
Her silver fades, her light withdraws,
To let the night reflect your cause.

Where ancient stones embrace the gloom,
Your beauty makes the world re-bloom.
Each whisper turns to song again,
And crowns your grace in night’s domain.

The ivy clings, the wall stands tall,
Yet all grows softer where you call.
Your beauty bends the night to sing,
A hymn of light on fragile wing.