All Is Quiet

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