Silvered Necklace

Oaken Necklace Shorn to Fold silver berries diced by long panned gold light the way to days of old racial memories reawaked twist and roll as thirst is slaked with honey mead the druid wakes to tell the elders what he's dreamed This younger man with hair so white Has slipped and slithered thru the night That waits us all in mortal thread To watch the dragons and the stones now nothing more than buried bones But once they ruled and once they flew And others walked when time was new Now druids tell us things they know From tiny shards of mistletoe And chancy dreams awaked by bees