The Inner Voice

When thought lies hushed in twilight’s keep,
And restless murmurs drift to sleep,
Kneel low beneath the vaulted blue,
And let the heavens speak to you.

Attend the hush, that sacred tone—
The voice within, the self alone.
Gaze skyward where the gold threads gleam,
Like echoes of a waking dream.

There dawns a realm both pure and wide,
Where wonder walks with love as guide;
And loyalty, in soft command,
Takes love’s own trembling, open hand—

Then whispers through the quiet air:
"From here, we journey—true and fair."
In such a vow, new worlds arise,
Like metaphors beneath the skies.

So braid your thoughts with gentlest care,
With compassion rich and rare.
Plunge deep where meaning lies concealed—
And find a life transformed, revealed.