future talker

in your sleep
in your dream shape
you're like a rowan tree
first in a blur of white
then with your red pearls
set in green filigree

no words
just music
but when awake
you're a talker
talking future
into fading people
at summer's end

you say here comes the future
talking about the red and green
life is a path of adventure
you say can't you see
the sun

when awake you're a talker
but in your sleep
in your dream shape
you're like a rowan tree
no words
just music

you know summer
will never really die
it just becomes internal

you say here comes the future
you say can't you see
can't you see
the sun



Vera Kelgart  (with citrine channeling crystal)  2011