Shapeshifter

You are

the master of masks

the shapeshifter 

you become

all that I wish for

in the quiet 

when the night is

holding its breath

I pray that you may

teach me the secrets 

of transformation 

that I may also 

make myself 

in a new image

a thousand new 

versions of myself

for a thousand 

friendships

because every face 

that I dream of 

you have been wearing 

the face of the paladin, the

sage, the sorcerer, the 

jester, the eagle, the green 

tree in the glade, the stone

in the river, the artist

with the brush, the 

musician cradling 

the instrument.