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 colors in shades like Marc Chagall
These days everybody speaks of love so loud
They shout, as if love were something owed to 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 forest
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
It's allowed for all is quiet now
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 colors in shades like Marc Chagall
These days everybody speaks of love so loud
They shout, as if love were something owed to 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 forest
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
It's allowed for all is quiet now
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