HER BEAUTY HAD THE STRANGENESS OF THE GARDENS OF THE MOON

There were secrets between them, 

a secret language, a secret key 

never quite acknowledged, it haunted them, 

it hunted them, it graced them and made profound 

their words and smallest gestures, looking into each other's 

eyes they saw the Universe in its exquisite grace 

and unfathomable disguise, She was the Muse, 

the truth, the insight that drew him onward, that gifted him 

with Apollo's bright wings and lyre of perfect sound, 

in her body he found the secret, the landscape 

of love's beauty, in her lips he heard the whisper 

of his heartbeat's secret sound, she drew him onward, 

she raised him upward, her beauty had the strangeness 

of the gardens of the Moon...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

THE SECRET EYES OF THE FOREST BEGAN TO STIR AND DREAM OF MIDNIGHT

She raised her long beautiful fingers to the fading summer 

sky... She sensed the rising of the moon... The secret eyes 

of the forest began to stir and dream of midnight...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

IN GREAT, PROFOUND AND BURSTING WREATHS OF LIGHT WE DANCED

From deep in the mountains, 

from the star crossed summer plains, 

she came, he sensed her, he saw the bright vision 

of her flowing hair, her dancer's body, lean, lithe 

and youthful in sweet power and silent grace, 

she was the mystery, who did she call 

and where? which of the phases of his silver heart? 

part of her was danger, part of her was cool, wise and holy, 

but beyond, deeper, she watched, she circled, 

she was the sorceress, her words were like claws 

raking furrows in the world of the safe and known, 

she sought him out, the knight errant, the poet, the dreamer, 

her eyes, her eyes, mesmerizing, yet mesmerized, 

he was fearful yet exhilarated, truly he lived 

for strange battle and sweet adventure, for all the guises 

of Circe the wild sorceress, the temptress, the tempest 

foaming the waters of his heart, she was driven, possessed, 

strange, mad, immortal and blazing, electric, magnificent 

in rapture, In great, profound and bursting wreaths of light, 

we danced, we danced, we danced, the world spun, 

the axis rattled, strange suns screamed, 

and the shadows blazed...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

THE NIGHT'S BRIGHT KISS

On the great midnight beach, 

beside the living flames of the driftwood fire, 

she danced with the beings of all the dimensions, 

bright with ecstasy, with the unbearable beauty of creation 

and the far flung worlds, she danced, she leapt, she spun, 

her eyes were the eyes of infinite grace, her limbs were 

the limbs of the living earth, of the singing blood, 

of the spirit, of the soul, unleashed, unburdened, bright 

beyond bright, supple with the stream of galaxies circling 

the galactic core, O she was Union, she was Bliss, she was 

the night's bright kiss, his body knew her, his wings grew 

through her, they rose, the waves crashed in foam iridescent 

as the first spark of the ages, the sand, the moon, the stars 

and the trees along the great gold cliffs themselves began 

to whirl and dance, they swept through each other again 

and again like hawks mating and matching the solar wind, 

rainbows swept in swathes across the waters and the wind 

itself scattered their endless joy in ecstasy and infinite gusts 

into the aching bliss of dawn...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

WE EMBRACED THE MOON, THE STARS, THE WIND

She danced 

upon the mountain, 

the great wind grew, wild with 

rainbow blossoms, he felt the shaking 

on the plain, the turmoil in the valley, 

he knew this was the Dance, the wild destruction 

and rebirth, he heard the flutes, the cymbals, the music, 

the pulse kaleidoscopic and galactic, the heavens festooned 

with eyes gigantic, transforming into One, the fingers 

multi-textured with comets and supreme grace flickering 

through shades of nebulae, as the mountains spun, 

still she danced, her thighs lean, light and ablaze 

with signs, with portents, the new Age approached, 

surging upward through the dimensions, she sang, 

the wind whipped, the sky shattered in tatters, 

we were alone, we were bright multitudes, we were souls 

and cosmic seas, we beheld the wave, leviathan and angel, 

tsunami of stars and Black Holes strung like immense pearls 

spewing out light, love and laughter, we felt our heartbeats 

bright and beautiful, we embraced the moon, the stars, 

the wind, we sang, we sang, our bodies burned, 

the night gave birth, and the dawn we kissed...

-- NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...