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...