The Whisper
Heading into the clouds I see the thought
Gliding beside me it is warm
I roll to my back
The air rolls through my fingers
The sun on my face
Only the clouds make me pause
Whispering the thought calls to me
It has purpose
It wants love
It wishes to bloom
It throws the idea of a brighter day to the horizon
For all the screams for peace so many keep their head down
Looking at their shoes people shuffle
Yearning, wanting and waiting
Like rain falling in reverse their pleas rise
All heard, none forgot
Loving patient eyes unfold concern
The hand opens in the sky
Like a light dusting whispers again roll out
Ideas without a home waiting to be nurtured
Waiting to be loved
Waiting to blossom
Too many frown though
Too many fear
Uncertainty becomes the shackles for humanity all too often
Still the wise man waits
He has hope for he lost
Patiently he whispers softly
It's time to go home
It time to grow
It is time to blossom and turn the earth anew
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