Hearing strange voices surrounded by emptiness
Listening to the sounds of peaceful nothing
Where there is no soul that could ever imagine
The thoughts that transpose in your head
On the brink of utter insanity
Then comes the guidance of light
As I am troubled by the presence of life
Continuing to follow the direction of thought
Gazing at the stars of this forgotten night
While the whisper of the wind grasps my ears
Nyrical Poet
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-whisper-of-the-wind/
