Garden paths in the evening glow
Fireflies weave through the drifting flow
You place hands on a frightened knee
Offering calm where the ghosts would be
Moonlight spills on an old stone seat
Shadows tremble beneath your heat
Your soft words hush the trembling core
Opening hearts long sealed before
Tides recede from the mind’s dismay
Peace returns in a gentle sway
Happiness breathes in your bright array—
Love grows true in the quiet that teaches it to stay