Acquarius

I am a Taurus, but in love with the wind.

The kind which causes the mammoth's kin

to sound the trumpet of the imminent Armageddon.

The chariot of war driven by eagle headed pharaoh

enters the pleasure dome of Mars and the gleaming halls of morn.

The wingless clouds flock and fly towards the unknown,
rising and drifting from the brimming waters of her soul,
On her feet, is The Queen - of the army of shape-shifters.

The mistress of desert camels’

Metamorphosis

To the whale
which rebels-
denies to descend,
from the sky.

The migration is complete,

Yet,

She is unmoved from her citadel.