intuition

listen to it closely, for it is not a perfect pair of ears,

but a keen heart that hears;

a lighting of the morals, a whisper of beliefs, an echo of the past

a curling of an autumn leaf, a twinkle of a silver star, a soundless blast

a silent stream, slithering under the watchful gaze of the moon, too short to last

and if you hear this call of the soul, you know your heart is whole...