A Poet's Vision Quest for Beauty, Magic and Infinite Grace

A Poet's Vision Quest for Beauty, Magic and Infinite Grace

Thursday, July 23, 2015

HER FINGERS WERE LIKE TINY FLARES OF GALAXIES

She was subtle, gentle, exotic, 
in her presence the world hushed 
& became exquisite, she had the scent 
of mystic realms, of impossible & ancient secrets, 
of pacts between lovers forever joyous in the stars, 
she willingly haunted the desolate shadows of his heart 
& coaxed them toward the Light, dawn beckoned him 
from the infinite depths of her dark & erotic eyes, 
the tips of her fingers were like tiny flares of galaxies 
as she traced the vibrant river of rebirth in ancient symbols 
across his naked chest, her embrace cleansed him, 
it flared in gentle waves within him & drew his Spirit 
across the waters, within her he lived forever, 
the comets watched in silent splendour, 
& together, bound forever as One, 
they danced into her bright & sacred land...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...