Divination

First noise, and a sound of Thunder
next speech, and words in strings of Friendship
after a whisper of intimacy, with a Lover
then a still, small voice in the heart beside the Sea

Lastly, no thing, no sound
No guidance

Nothing at all
Beside the barren tree

When the Source of the Voice is lost
Who can judge whether the sounds
Come from fountains in the clouds
Or mad rushing depths of cold Oceans

Can you?