By ivy’s touch the night grows mild,
The stones recall you as their child.
Each step you take, the shadows glow,
And teach the dark which way to go.

You linger where the silence sings,
A hush that folds on hidden wings.
Your eyes ignite the fading skies,
And bind the stars with quiet ties.

The twilight bends around your form,
A lantern soft, a fire warm.
The garden bows, the roses lean,
To honor beauty yet unseen.