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

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

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

POSEIDON COMES

We lay awhile, 
in that fair & golden city, 
as eons crept by us, deep in 
blossoms, grapes & beauty, our skins 
glistening & entwined beneath the eternal sun, 
our bodies washed & purified, made beauteous 
by the sweep of the blue green waves, in the fields 
beyond the palaces, in the grasses of the great bulls, 
we learned the song of the peaceful universe, 
we saw the lithe forms of the maidens, sacred to 
the wild dances of joy & grace, wreathing the horns 
of the gods & splashing in the sensual streams 
of the goddess, in the hours of warm & fragrant 
midnight we heard the pawing & the great bellows 
of the Minotaur Prince down in his starlit caverns, 
proud, powerful & versed in the great magic of his domain, 
we embraced, we loved, we grew old & young & old again 
in the endless enchantments of each other's bodies, 
we heard the Great Wave rising, we heard the crash, groan 
& rumble as the earth broke beneath the flick 
of Poseidon's tail, we watched, we waited, 
the world dissolved & suddenly 
we kissed inside the stars...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER....