THE WHISPERING SOUL

My soul that whispers
Whispers…………….
In silent syllables
Like a poem or rain

The moon of my soul whispers
It whispers…………..
for knowledge that runs deep
still like a deep pond
that puts all else to sleep!
And when this moon whispers
It whispers………….
Through the night.

A secret morning is my soul
That whispers through
The night to me
What shall be the brew
For my soul to reach the state to be

What is closer to me
Than this hidden magic
Deeper, more silent, more tragic
And when all that is living
Shall taste of death
And sweet verses and singing
Shall leave the breath
Where shall you be my soul !
And what shall be your ultimate role !

You who are drunk
With the game of life
Shall be sober one day
And your mug of booze shall go away
And who was the puppet and the puppeteer
Who shall say !
My soul before the end
In verse it’s your due to play