Inner Garden II

Rome now comes to sit
in her garden
mingling the breeze with memories
of a time when
there was a room in pale yellow hues
her room with a view
where love made a bed of happiness
in muslin and lace
sweet is the voice
from far away
that speaks sotto voce and
is lingering there
in the golden air
to quiet the day.



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, Adrian Belew, Anthony Charles Levin
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