with a casual air the Fairy Queen

embraces the wand

magical instrument of modern technology

fashioned from ages of wisdom

the eyes see what is not seen

and with the roll of a finger tip

caressing the crystal ball

dreams begin to emerge

strokes and waves of color

spray painted splotches bursting

on the virtual canvass

slowly moving and turning into

miraculous transformations

that to the view is the creation

of a universe

as if by invitation priviledged

to emerge at the time of imagination

when from nothing came each tiny formation

collectively becoming the universe

by direction of what is in Her mind

each one comes to life

a jubilation of what She casually calls

just passing time

that to those mere mortals upon whose heads

this particular muse has not rested

is an amazing birth

what was not is now before us

now exists with us to share its glory

for the brush in all its forms

in the hand of one as She

is the key to doors where is found

infinite inspiration to words

that before She ever began

were not even a thought

for that gift She is not only the messenger

She is art

for once the vision has taken root

it lives because She lives

and we wait for the next moment

when into the unknown

through Her hand we will go

   voyaging through the portal.