STRANGE  CHANGES


                      I met you first on darkened moors,
                        one night beneath a cobalt moon
                    We walked the hills, climbed rugged tors
                      the wind sang sweet cold eerie tunes

                          Then you were quick to dance,
                      your lustrous hair a flowing breeze
                        When I chanced to glance at you
                            I saw your body rearrange
                         taking the shape of a yew tree
                    Strange change I thought...so strange...

                  The second time I saw you playing a sea nymph
                              on a black sand beach
                       We swam together through the surf,
                  I touched the sea, but you I could not reach

                          Then you were quick to laugh,
                            your mirth a shiny aura
                               I paused to stare
                         while you shimmered in the air
                            taking a Griffin's form
                      Strange change I cried...too strange

                            The last time I saw you
                         acting like a wilderness child
                        Canadian tundra frozen and bleak,
                           animal magic free and wild

                            Presenting your true self
                        while the wolves remained silent
                           The Moon howled in delight
                  as you kissed me softly in the arctic night
                    and left me standing on a melting world
                    full of strange changes...very strange...

                             by Zhuavastou c  1996