On the great midnight beach,
beside the living flames of the driftwood fire,
she danced with the beings of all the dimensions,
bright with ecstasy, with the unbearable beauty of creation
and the far flung worlds, she danced, she leapt, she spun,
her eyes were the eyes of infinite grace, her limbs were
the limbs of the living earth, of the singing blood,
of the spirit, of the soul, unleashed, unburdened, bright
beyond bright, supple with the stream of galaxies circling
the galactic core, O she was Union, she was Bliss, she was
the night's bright kiss, his body knew her, his wings grew
through her, they rose, the waves crashed in foam iridescent
as the first spark of the ages, the sand, the moon, the stars
and the trees along the great gold cliffs themselves began
to whirl and dance, they swept through each other again
and again like hawks mating and matching the solar wind,
rainbows swept in swathes across the waters and the wind
itself scattered their endless joy in ecstasy and infinite gusts
into the aching bliss of dawn...
--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...