Human Whisperer

The gods whisper to us.

While we sleep they take

us to hidden gardens

and  down endless corridors.

Awake, the whispers cause

the trees to dance with their shadows.

There was a time  I believed

the gods whispered to me.

They are silent now.

They stopped whispering  to me when you left.

Now I know the gods never whispered to me

Now I know it was you all along

and so my days are desolate  now

So desolate, I am hardly worth mentioning.