The fading sun rests on your hair,
Its golden fire dissolves to air.
One quiet breath, the evening sways,
And bows to you in gentle praise.

By the stone wall, calm and near,
The hush of twilight lingers here.
Your gaze, a spell both soft and true,
Unfolds the night in shades of you.

The roses lean where you remain,
Their fragrance weaves a tender chain.
Eyes like autumn’s mirrored streams,
They keep the secret of all dreams.

Where ivy climbs, your shadow falls,
A silent song drifts through the walls.
One fleeting glance, the stars take flight,
And crown your hair with threads of light.