Where shadows fade, your step is flame,
It carves the dark and writes your name.
The sky itself forgets to fall,
And crowns your light above it all.

The ivy curls where shadows rest,
It leans to you, in silence blessed.
The stones once cold now seem to glow,
For beauty warms what time won’t show.

The roses hush, the stars abide,
They fold their glow at heaven’s side.
Yet all their light is pale and small,
Beside the flame that warms the wall.