Places

When there are: other shores unfathomed,
There are paradise scenarios untouched,
Deep in the imaginations of men:
Hopes and dreams are built with fashion,
Each stone cut with precision.
When there are truths untold,
There are dreams unimagined.

When there are words that heal,
And no one speaks,
Then the hardship is unlearned.
No one is there to question the flow,
Of the same boring language.

When there are other hopes untouched
Those which we do not gather,
We find sanctuary, in the unknowing.
We find remorse in our failure to act.
Our willingness to not see,
Rules the vision we don't have.

When there are words that heal,
And no one speaks, then the hardship is unlearned,
The experience was for naught.
The words were just words.
The dreams were just thoughts.

I hear the sound of the ocean:
Inside: Of this tiny shell.
I see my ship sailing,
From the harmony locked inside this little creature.

When there are truths untold,
There are dreams unimagined.
There are: Places unseen.