Sometimes whispers are louder than thunder.
Clouds drip stories, puddles sing,
Yet we see only shadows dancing.
Jumping jellybeans fall in dreams,
Iguanas wearing hats slide on rainbows.
Is a silence a smile or just a frown?
Flashes of feathers, windows of light,
Dive into the odd and the beautiful,
Questions come like bubbles, float away in the night.
Sometimes truth is like a broken cookie,
It crumbles into whispers, sounds like dreams.
Listen to what is not whispered to the ear—