sometimes i talk and talk

04.10.06 sometimes i talk and talk

sometimes
i talk
and talk
and my words tumble
through air,
to dance in a rosy ether
composed of hope
and sorrow.
Colliding with apparitions,
drenched by Mary’s tears,
they pirouette toward
(beseeching)
an illuminating grace.
Underneath reality,
there is an absence
that is a whole world.
There is a door
opening on sky
a wind that sings me
to sleep.