Well, this begins with a Glen. It begins with a season,
Which, for want of a better reason, we'll call September
It begins with a forest, where the woodchucks woo,
And leaves wax green,
And the vines entwine moonlight lovers.
Try to see it - not with your eyes, because they're wise,
But with your ears - the cool, green breathing of the leaves.
And hear it with the inside of your hand,
The soundless sound of shadows.
Celebrate sensation!
Recall it's secret place -
You've been there you remember?
That special place?
Where someone held your hand?
And love was sweeter than the berries or the honey,
Or the stinging taste of mint
It is September - before a rainfall.
Perfect time to be in love
This is the beginning (spoken part) of a beautiful song from the longest running off-Broadway play, The Fantastiks. I love when something so vivid comes into my head. This is wonderful and thanks for making me remember it. |
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