Communion
Dust grey streets wander, lurching over the hunched-up dreams. A stage of my own, with parts and strings and adoration! Me, It’s Me! Select Me! It will be enough I swear it will! Around the corner from the bulb-lit marques Brick walls stand up, triple storied, stenciled with memories, Wiping away the dreams. Off they roll, scrabbling muddy bits and pieces in their wake. Come with me into the other places Down inside the heart of the matter Betting with a different set of compositions Bone real and iced with yellow Watered with sacred shadows Threaded with translucent possibilities Dusty finger prints playing with pieces of divinity Soaked in the grace of letting be Our tunes braided in a single melody, Only the piper hears the differences.