Meet me in a shadow land of quiet
Speak to me of loving. But speak low to me — in a whisper
Whispers open magical doors if you let them —
Opening to hidden rooms full of color —
In shades like marc Chagall
These days, everybody speaks of love so loud
They shout, as if love were something owed them —
Like something they can order around —
Like something that comes when called
Let your body fall away in quiet
Knowing loving grows over time, like a tree in the forrest
Your face is as lovely as sleep — faint with stillness
I can smell the summer there in your tangled hair
It folds me in a dream
The reverie of silence — here in the hidden constellation —
Joining the twilight sky, like starry bright —
We’re soaring over everything, like birds in flight
Into the quiet night
We’re allowed (aloud)
For all is quiet now