These have been
the days of
time travel,
of leap frogging
over myself
times 5 – – – – –
then racing
to catch, and slip
back into my skin.

I’m shape shifting
so fast:
this dawn
a bird of paradise,
this noon
a dolphin of peace,
tonight I’ll reach
up and soar
to the moon,
we’ll whisper of the things
that will come
to be.

Magic is
a golden interface-
where imagination,
meets spirit,
meets love,
meets alchemy-

And these are the days
I am finding my ways
through the heart
of divinity’s