Whispers of the Soul
There is a longing, soft yet wild,
A distant song, a wayward child.
It stirs beneath the weight of days,
A golden thread through silver haze.
It calls beyond the touch of time,
Through shifting stars and bells that chime.
A whisper on the midnight air,
A question drifting everywhere.
It seeks the light in unseen things,
In trembling leaves and sparrow wings.
It aches for shores it’s never known,
For love, for home, for roots unsown.
No gold can quiet, nor silks conceal,
The nameless hunger that we feel.
For more than earth, for more than sky—
For something vast, for something high.
And so we wander, hearts aglow,
Following echoes soft and low.
Through fleeting joys, through silent fears,
Through laughter bright and salt of tears.
Until at last, with breath drawn deep,
The soul surrenders, falls asleep—
And finds that all it yearned to be
Was here, within, eternally.
