There is a place I do know

no one will ever find,

where Passion and Love sleep as one,

deep inside my poetic mind

Where wildflowers bloom near waterfalls

in misty morning or pale moonlight,

where fireflies dance and nymphs sing

under diamond skies, till first light

Memories I had when I was a child

before poetry kissed my soul,

long before I etched my thoughts,

on blank pages as I know

Tho no one has ever met me

nor seen the smiles on my face,

in silence, thoughts guide my hand,

to my own enchanting place

I'll hang my Harp upon a tree

lay my soul, near shimmering lake,

where Unicorns play and my Muse decides

which path my pen will take