Beside the gate, the roses lean,
To honor grace they’ve never seen.
One fleeting breath, the breeze takes part,
And scatters fragrance through the heart.

By worn stone steps, the silence grows,
It bends its knees where beauty goes.
Your glance, a thread of silver light,
Unravels darkness into bright.

You stand where evening paints the wall,
Its gentle colors start to fall.
One look, and all the world is still,
Obeying beauty’s quiet will.