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 Were soaring over everything, like birds in flight Into the quiet night Were allowed aloud For all is quiet now
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