They’ve been whispering lately.
As rain drops hit window screens
and birds chirp in trees,
the voices of reason are weaving through dreams.
Under their breath, telling fables and tales.
I thought they were angels.
Then I thought they were thieves.
But they don’t seem to steal, and they aren’t into miracles.
They just whisper the things that we all need to hear.
— leest1 —