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...