Future Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

A moving dimension
with color, connection
and a shiny face
with places to go
spaces to grow;
only traces of the old
left behind in masks given.
Holy beginnings,
the driver to
to a place
no one wants to return,
silences the bells
that toll no more
for yesteryear.
In a future dimension
all becomes clear;
seers reach for the stars
with no fear
of the unknown,
growing
changing
evolving and becoming
only what today's dreams allow.