Where ancient stone and twilight meet,
Your beauty makes the hush complete.
Each fleeting step, the air turns sweet,
A song the dusk will not repeat.

The moon delays her silver flight,
To linger near your gentle light.
The winds grow soft, the hours stay,
And guard your glow till break of day.

You rest where shadows find their end,
A fleeting spark they can’t defend.
Your smile dissolves the night’s disguise,
And crowns the dark with golden skies.