Somewhere a whisper
overlain by a bird chirp
or a stray breeze
a sneeze or giggle
or a listener distracted
by a passing truck
a stray thought even
but it remains on the wind
carried into the dreamscape
heard in the subconscious
caught by an open mind
brought to the surface
by a stronger voice
while someone listens
soon flowers are stopping tanks
politicians are pausing
commerce is halted
the sky is painted with longing
something has changed
because of a little voice
carried on the wind
