TONGUES

I speak in tongues Tongues over tongues where reflections of light bounce off them. Reflection. Tongues forming pictures, not words. I speak in stories and leisure. Slow to fast, twisting through future and past. And to many it may sound as though I speak in tongues, Yet my tongue has meaning, Language, longing, leading to places their tongues could never take them. Let me speak in tongues, build worlds of words for the lonesome to listen. And when you find yourself lonesome, I think, you will find you know the language of my tongues.