A RAINBOW SHIP WAS WAITING IN THE BLUE GREEN HARBOUR

The time came for an ending, a putting away of simple 

things... The golden feathers of Icarus were gently folded 

back into their immortal case ... A rainbow ship was 

waiting in the blue green harbour... It had sails like a 

butterfly's wings...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

DREAM CATCHERS

She woke 

in the forest of dreams, 

where the strange wind blew, 

where the old stones moaned, 

it was a holy yet haunted place, 

she feared it yet loved it, it was the realm 

of ghosts, dreams, mystery, a strange shift 

in the reality of the stars and the endless chariots 

of the moon, her body throbbed, grew wild, grew pure, 

she knew she had the power, she knew old terrors 

drew near, her scent was on the wind, flaring the desire 

of strange and unruly alien nightmares and beasts, 

but dawn's first fingers were her ally, 

stirring the whirlpool colours as they fled across 

the sharp mountains and flooded the pulsing plain, 

dream catchers, dream catchers, they scratched at the air, 

they scratched at the corners of her existence like the ripe 

seeds of the fertile valleys, like the castles, turrets 

and iridescent towers of the poets luminous in the night, 

the ghosts sought her tears like some strange elixir, 

like some magic pathway leading back to the dances 

and warm wombs of the living, she leapt toward the sun, 

her fingers stretched skyward with all the infinite grace 

and harmony throbbing in the centre of each of her atoms, 

she leapt, she leapt, she was the dancer, the bright maiden, 

the purest of all hopes, the dark secrets deep in midnight, 

and the flash  of Immortal Eyes...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

GAZELLE

She had her sweet secrets, 

her arrows of love, her dances 

of darkness and despair, her confusions, 

her dreams, her inspirations, she was truly 

the galaxy's child, my moon mad secret lover, 

wild with joy, destruction, rebirth and Light, 

in an instant her world could change, the universe 

could shatter, ghosts could run shrieking through the city 

or the many splendored dawn could boldly rise 

in our hearts, I never knew, I could never fathom the key, 

the grace, the Vision that drove her, except that I myself 

was possessed by that same wild Muse, that same 

bright Vision, unknown, indecipherable, majestic 

and pure, pure, pure, beyond all possible meanings 

of the world, deeper than all depths and ringing from 

the highest mountain citadel, she danced, she danced, 

she danced, out among the gazelles of ice, the glittering 

snow tigers, the comets that scarred the midnight wind 

with diamonds deep and powerful, the great wave rose, 

the continents shuddered, the ocean sang and there 

on the sky drenched beach we made 

Love, and Love made us...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

THE STRANGE PATHWAYS OF HER MIND

He knew the strange pathways of her mind, 

her deep labyrinth corners flooded by golden 

goddess light, the infinite rivers of mercy encircling 

her haunted eyes, her night of living comets, her rip 

in time's fabric bestowing flame upon the earth, 

he knew she was the guardian, bound by no mortal law, 

lulled by no mortal sleep, adrift upon windswept waters, 

to skies and planets infinite in scope, she knew the dances, 

she flared the blood of starlit beings, of creatures of grace 

and diamond wing, down the corridors of the dimensions, 

through the jungle doors of ecstasy and light she danced, 

naked, supreme and perfect, goddess limbed and crowned 

by eons, he knew the secret, the destiny that bound her, 

that filled her heart, wave after tremendous wave 

with the wash of mystic light, with the whirlpools 

of the senses and dreams, he stood alone upon the mountain, 

the trees raised bright arms of living flame, 

and then she was beside him, her body ecstatic 

and electric against his own...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

HER WINGS WERE THE WINGS UNSEEN, HER WORDS WERE THE WORDS UNSPOKEN

There on the mountain, 

as they gazed out over the green abyss 

of the lower, glittering, glowing world, 

he knew she had the only true Innocence, 

the strength and shining purity of it, 

it was her birthright, it was her dream 

grown in the wild wastelands between the stars 

and nurtured by the dance of newborn suns, 

he knew it was what graced the world, 

what gave it purpose, delicacy and love, 

to her the deep winds of chaos and destruction 

revealed their inner light, their yearning for beauty 

in the brief moment of her glance, 

always turned toward the ocean and endless rhythm 

of the sky, the light might dim, the storm might rise, 

but she knew its inner melody, she knew Harmony 

was the true builder of worlds, the true sweet nectar 

that all great spirits sipped, her wings were the wings 

unseen, her words were the words unspoken, 

but they were the poetry, the laugh of the cosmic lyre 

as fingers supple as the Universe flexed, 

and sound rang forth...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

ELECTRIC DEER BLAZED BESIDE THE RIVER OF RICHES AND SUN DRENCHED DESIRES

In that secret moment, 

profound, righteous, resplendent, 

wrapped in their language of dreams, 

unified and at one with their bodies and their hearts, 

bright with prophecy, pure with power and dark 

with unknown mystery, as the great star rose, 

as the dawn and  twilight grazed the secret corners 

of the earth, they heard the clarion bell, the crack 

of thunder, the wash of cleansing rain, galactic in depth, 

they felt the true unfathomable nature of the heart, 

of the pure and perfect beast, the huntress and hunter 

of glittering comet crown, of volcano of bright diamond, 

of fountain of ecstatic youth, they knew the secret, 

they spanned the earthly bonds, they felt the earthly pulse, 

the rhythm and dance sublime, the world was theirs, 

the moon was full, the fields were ripe 

and electric deer blazed beside the river of riches 

and sun drenched desires...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

HE KNEW WHY ICARUS HAD SO BLESSED THE SUN

On the great beach 

at the end of the world, 

he saw her watching, waiting, standing, 

her body a grace in living movement, 

as the gulls and white wings of creatures yet to be 

circled upward in a soaring cycle of renewal 

and he knew without wondering that this was 

the last day and also the first, he knew this was why 

the ancient cities burned, while they met again and again 

in her wild garden of blood red roses and blooms afire 

with the ecstatic light of the inner sun, he knew this was 

why the moon still danced, why the stars still wheeled, 

why the great horsemen rode down from the frozen north 

and why the blossom shrouded temples fell, he knew 

why Icarus had so blessed the sun, why maidens wove 

magic garlands and became heroines, why wizards rose 

and empires blazed, he saw it in each grace of her, 

in each unutterable beauty the smallest movement 

of her hand brought forth, he knew it was now, pure, 

absolutely pristine, the endless rebirth of the omnipresent, 

the dance, the Love, the Light she embodied and embraced, 

he knew it was yet the beginning, he knew the worlds 

would again spring and shatter, the stars would flare, 

the comets would dance and the great, the unknown, 

the unutterable Cosmic Wheel would turn...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

WE HELD THE COSMOS TO OUR EAR

We knew in that moment 

we were born in Beauty, that we were born 

for Beauty's sake, that we held the Cosmos 

to our ear, that the great shell on the endless beach 

was actually the wheel of the stars, that here were 

worlds within worlds within worlds, that our bodies 

contained multitudes and yet our hearts alone, 

that the world loved us, that the world needed us, 

that the tinge of dawn's first light on the beauteous waves 

of your hair re-created the Universe, that the stars 

were dreams, afire with Light and Love, that the imagination 

was a Vision, a river, a landscape of dream and desire, 

that the shape of your breast as it filled my hand 

solved all the secrets previously hidden and long forgotten, 

that galleons sailed, that wild birds took wing, that dragons 

pondered amid the clouds, bearded and bemused, 

that the rift between dimensions was 

the rainbow bridge of dreams...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

YOUTH WOULD RETURN

Youth would return, 

again and again, through the Ages, 

bright in the days of madness and dust, 

in the fields and moonlit forests, they would meet, 

they would touch, they would embrace, 

time would love them, seas would bear them, 

wings would raise them, swift through dimensions 

unknown, immortal, graceful, wild haired, glorious, 

with eyes of deep magic, and wreathed by 

comets and stars...

-- NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...