She danced
upon the mountain,
the great wind grew, wild with
rainbow blossoms, he felt the shaking
on the plain, the turmoil in the valley,
he knew this was the Dance, the wild destruction
and rebirth, he heard the flutes, the cymbals, the music,
the pulse kaleidoscopic and galactic, the heavens festooned
with eyes gigantic, transforming into One, the fingers
multi-textured with comets and supreme grace flickering
through shades of nebulae, as the mountains spun,
still she danced, her thighs lean, light and ablaze
with signs, with portents, the new Age approached,
surging upward through the dimensions, she sang,
the wind whipped, the sky shattered in tatters,
we were alone, we were bright multitudes, we were souls
and cosmic seas, we beheld the wave, leviathan and angel,
tsunami of stars and Black Holes strung like immense pearls
spewing out light, love and laughter, we felt our heartbeats
bright and beautiful, we embraced the moon, the stars,
the wind, we sang, we sang, our bodies burned,
the night gave birth, and the dawn we kissed...
-- NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...