O! listen to the whisper of the soul,
The flutterings that caress on the breeze,
A gentle sense of knowing the answers,
That brings agitated stress to its ease.
A distant ripple of laughter recalls
The wisdom of time and the sacred truth,
No words are written on a printed page
Just a whisper of the soul is the proof.
O! harken to the silence of a dream,
Feel the purity of the inner light,
The call of life that comes only within
And grants the eyes the will of second sight.
The dreams of love while learning give and take
Instincts beyond the words of any man,
To know the way the soul goes is right,
For the soul alone knows destiny’s plan.
Form: Sicilian Quatrain