You stand where winds grow faint and low,
Yet from your gaze their currents flow.
The night obeys, the stars appear,
To circle close and keep you near.

The roses hush, their petals close,
As if in prayer they softly pose.
They kneel beneath your fleeting glow,
A truth the garden longs to know.

By fading stone your beauty stays,
A lantern bright through fleeting days.
Its glow endures, its warmth won’t part,
It carves its home in every heart.

Where ivy climbs the evening wall,
Your presence rises over all.
The moon herself must dim her flame,
And bow in silence to your name.