Speaking softly from far away.
I always wonder what they say.
They come to me in night and day.
They carry words of light I pray.
Treading tumbling to my ears.
Stirring questions; random fears.
Not enough to cause my tears.
On it goes throughout the years.
Do I call them; do I try?
Will I ever know just why?
If I ask them will they lie?
Courage give me will to try.
Am I strong enough to heed the call?
Am I brave enough to face them all?
Will I stumble and then aptly fall?
Will my reaching fingers face a wall?
Someday slowly; somewhere far.
I will learn just who they are.
I won’t allow my soul to mar.
Drifting song from silent star.