Heart Whisperers

Heart Whisperers Though far from one another as it was right from the start. A million miles in between yet they share just one heart. Seeing things that go unseen and feeling teardrops fall. Then sitting down to write each time they get the call. The call that comes from broken souls from things a soul endures. They call themselves the poets, They are Heart Whisperers. Quietly they move about just like an unseen friend. Listening to the brokenness that's carried in the wind. Seeing far beyond today and knowing their own part. Words written become music. The whispers of a heart. Water stains the paper but the pain is not their own. They hear the crying calling that feel so all alone. They somehow feel the anguish and that ever aching need. Each time they start to write their soul begins to bleed. They hear the broken hearts cry out from things their soul endures. They call themselves the poets. They are Heart Whisperers. Edwin C Hofert