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