Lunar Refuge

In the silence of night, a secret refuge is born,
where the moon seals lights and silences,
and for the roses, time stands still.
Each petal loses a spark of hours,
while she steals moments from a pocket of light,
and the scent grows lighter.
The garden holds echoes of suspended hours,
the hands whisper footsteps that won’t return,
and the wind turns the edges of stolen hours.
At dawn, the refuge breathes and seals itself,
memory wraps itself in silence and dew,
and we learn to guard the time that remains.