Air Whisper

I sense whispers in the air blown by the wind My voice's sacred invisible words blow into the aerial blue The breeze that carries my wordful breath into your ears You envision the letters and punctuation marks that condense with the rhythms of verbs and adjectives giving you the peaceful music of my message In the world we dwell in, filled with the trillions of whispers and voices flying around in the wind as the Message of the North, Secret of the South, Words of the West, and English of the East, spin my message compass wildly in random turns as I, in turn, open the windy envelope to tune in to your angelically poetic voice