Secret words cannot remain hidden.
Riddles are meant to be solved.
With everything, there is a given:
Whatever spoken… must be heard.

It started with a sudden dream
of a heavenly voice, of a whisper…
with words unknown, creeping unseen,
each night growing clearer and deeper.

“Are you the Dreamer?” She said yes.
“I’m one without a name.
I heard you calling me each night
and for my dream I came…”