PS your world hasn’t changed, just how you view it has

Whisper

When we whisper our
dreams, do they fall 
away from us

Are they a soft spring 
rain lit by the morning sun

the making of dreams
are held in Rainbow and
wishes

whispers fall like the 
promise of a long awaited
spring
swaying gently in the
wind of our dreams
swirl, twirl, fade
reformed to our need