In the center of a heart
Would be a calm.
A place to stand tall
In the center of a dream
Would be a truth
Something you can see
Is worth the struggle,
The trouble
To make real.
In the core
Of a sigh
Would be a dream
Would be a heart
Would be the caverns,
The meadows,
The snowcapped peaks,
Distant, with
The cold, fresh water streams,
Where Trout grow.
Elk graze,
Where the wind blows,
And dreams grow strong.
In the calm of the heart
Would be the place to start.
In the center of the heart,
To start,
To build the space,
To find the strength,
To stand tall.