“Future” (5:27)
Holy crosses. Ancient names
Sacred robes. In flames.
People chanting, "Save our Day!"
Sky is golden.
At the harbour, journey-bound.
Thousands waiting, no sound.
One voice rises like a bell,
"Hear the future!"
Changes, promise, freedom.
On the water, far away.
Island glowing, night and day.
Island pulling, like a love. See the future!
On a ship upon the brine.
Endless searching, lost time.
Then come voices, with a cry,
Words that terrify. "Changes, promise, freedom.
Changes, promise..."
"You must listen," voices sigh.
"Hear your body, close your eyes."
Body opening, past is rising. "Show me the future!"
Then the voices, pressing near, whisper gently, "No fear. See the future in the past. Make the journey."
Changes. Promise. Freedom.
Through the water to the past.
Body changing, swimming fast.
Rising naked to the shore.
Life is dawning!
Dreamy gazing at the sky.
Star is gleaming nearby.
See it moving down to earth.
"Here's the future!"
Changes, promise, freedom.