From skies above, from earth below
From all directions the winds blow,
Carrying whispers from Unknown.

Addressed to heart or to the mind,
Discerning mystic, is mystery I find;
Their motive unknown, but I know their kind.

They speak a tongue familiar to heart,
In a conversing manner, the mind inapt
To wave in sync with pulse of heart.

Mihaela Pirjol

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispers/