The sky darkens
My life is shrouded in a mist
No sounds,
No scents,
No sights,
Nothing to guide me,
Yet, I know my path
Unseen but always found
Soundless but always heard
How am I drawn here?
What has me walking
An invisible path
I've never been on before?
Is it my gut?
Head?
Heart?
Destiny?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'soundless but always heard'..very beautiful..captures a heart..grace