The Magical One

                                              All circles that follow, lead ever on

                                                         Pi as a number or pi as a sign

                                              A marker before us, a headstone behind

                                                         The past is our future, so is the dawn

                                              Galaxies swirling, the mermaids collide

                                                         Magic in movement, a dancer’s disguise

                                              If life is a game, well then, we shall play

                                                         Chess squares of contrast, beginning today

                                              Pirouette around the dream that has died

                                                         The phoenix has risen, take wing and fly.

                                                                                             S. K. Lindeman