Your beauty halts the turning day,
Its fleeting hours forget their way.
The dusk leans close, the stars align,
To frame your face in silver shine.

By fading stone, the shadows fall,
But you outshine the night’s soft call.
Your gaze, a quiet ocean deep,
Commands the dark, yet lets it sleep.

You stand where silence meets the breeze,
The garden bends on gentle knees.
Each star above begins to bow,
To touch your light, though none knows how.