In the silent whisper of the night,
Her words like stars begin to gleam,
Painting dreams in soft moonlight,
Crafting worlds within a dream.

Through her pen, a heart does sing,
Of love, and loss, and time’s embrace,
Each verse a delicate, tender string,
Weaving tales with gentle grace.

Beneath the willow, shadows play,
Echoes of her timeless lore,
In every line, in every way,
Her spirit whispers evermore.

Christina’s voice, a guiding light,
In the realm of poet’s art,
Her legacy, a beacon bright,
Forever etched in every heart.