When silence floods the morning light
and you were miles apart
There’s a shattering stillness
in the places where your words used to stand
saying this and that, your words took shape
could not help myself from laughing
when those words were said
then realizing those times are past
and silence floods again

I hope the rain comes
In the slumbering of night
Knocking my window

The world is a dark and lovely place
In the quiet of a slumbering night
I shall lie down dreaming….
Dreaming in the open green.

I pray that hope comes
on sad heartless days
when your door is shut
when silence falls
when words are strangely deaf

The old oak tree grew at the edge,
of an orchard where little ones play,
and there lived a mage,
who hears trees on a windy day,

Rushing wind rustles leaves,
on that one day brilliant and bright,
With amber gold autumn grandeur on display,
singing tuneful songs delightfully light and gay,
Apple trees trilling events as mysterious as night,
Of love found and lost last May.

If somehow I could find the places
beyond those books I read
and catch fickle rainbows by the tail
A lover's breath that stays
on wintry window panes

If somehow I could hear
the happy talk of the brook
and see where those lovely thoughts run
Then I could remember
how this changing world looks

Sundust that glow bright
under the dusty morning light
Stormy purple clouds
on rainy marvelous nights

Then perhaps somehow somewhere
Sometime in the evening
When I feel my tall shadow shaking
And my heart starts beating
Shall I go where the paths disappear?

Though I do not know where I’ll be
There will always be dreams
Someday I’ll be home again
Once I know where I am
The world is a dark and lovely place