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...