There Is A Place
There is a place,
where songs are never sung,
tunes are never hummed,
and words are never written.
In this place mouths are not for speaking
and you cannot hear it with your ears.
This place has no name
nor smells or sounds.
You cannot see this place with the human eye.
This place is made from feelings.
It is hopes, visions, ideas, and dreams.
It is constructed by imagination.
It is imagination.
Only you can see this place with your heart.
Tate DeCaro 1993