The evening bends around your frame,
It whispers low, it speaks your name.
The sky delays the coming night,
To linger near your gentle light.

By crumbled stone the stars awake,
And trace your glow for heaven’s sake.
Each glance you give, they fall, they rise,
A thousand sparks across the skies.

You rest where silence meets the vine,
Your presence makes the shadows shine.
One fleeting breath, the night turns new,
And paints its songs in shades of you.