[00:13.98]There’s a meadow neither speech can fence
[00:20.33]where meaning grazes common sense
[00:27.03]We sit beside the talking’s end
[00:33.84]and find we finally comprehend
[00:41.03]Eye to eye the grasses lean;
[00:43.64]we hear the hush say what we mean
[00:54.57]Hands translate what voices miss—
[01:00.53]the simplest touch becomes a kiss
[01:08.45]Much is healed by standing still
[01:14.09]by letting daylight have its will
[01:20.87]This meadow makes a space to grow
[01:28.59]a yes too deep for mouths to know
[02:01.92]Let sentences go grazing free;
[02:08.81]call silence home for company
[02:15.78]Between our words the wildness moves—
[02:22.68]and gives us back the love it proves