belonging

sighing you're sinking into

the softness of your mind

closing your eyes lightly

keeping the light on

expanding your heart surrounding

life

imagining

you in your usual jeans

but instead of your t-shirt suddenly wearing

this coveted twill shirt the colour of sandshell

alighting on you like pixels assembling

to a people's feel-good shirt

brand new but washed inconspicuously

making you one of the crowd

drawing you near to humanity

an observer's work shirt

hungry for belonging

you're stalking them like a peaceful cougar

listening in

sensing the beat of their dreams

in the heat of their skin

milling about with the crowd

sampling scenarios but still as a statue

with wings when you're filled

with filmic impressions

digesting

soundtracks subtexts

a prince enchanted asleep

your solid twill shirt dissolving

pearly

ethereal

you'll wake up when words start singing

Vera Kelgart  (with self-healed Lemuria crystal)  2016