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

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

Monday, August 31, 2015

MAGIC WITH FRAGRANT TREES

You had the loose 
easy stride of natural Beauty, 
& somehow I already knew 
you were a dancer, I knew the Moon 
would call you, & kiss you & love you, 
I knew the stars would glimmer, 
& whisper half hidden in your hair, 
where you come from I can't imagine, 
where you lived, wide eyed & marvellous as a child, 
except I know it was somewhere exotic, 
magic with fragrant trees & blossoms scented 
like the Spring, I think even there it must have been 
the sea who bore you, & laid you gold hued with sunlight 
upon the sand, I watch you across the small cafe table 
& feel your eyes already half hidden within my own, 
drifting within my secret darknesses & urging them 
to Light, I know the midnight approaches on 
gentle Lover's feet, & I know it has promised us 
the ebony ecstasies of its dreams, I marvel at how 
you smile & suddenly the World is revealed, 
with rapture & sublime meaning, 
in the aching of our heartbeats 
& the flavours of our lips...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

Sunday, August 30, 2015

THE GREAT WAVES

We saw the great waves 
& it was like a miracle, like the ending 
& beginning of the world, we stood naked 
on the endless white sand & let the wind 
cleanse our bodies, we were young, we were perfect, 
we were free, & before us endless in roar & surf 
rose the great waters, the waves of prophecy 
& long journey's desire, we danced as we had 
never before danced, wild, ecstatic, our limbs alive 
with the Cosmos & the rhythms of rapture & delight, 
in joy we lay down beside the ancient driftwood 
& made wild glorious love, sacred in its intensity 
& fervour, our heartbeats became the world & burst 
into the sunlight that scattered in spiralling galaxies 
across the waves, we knew we were born, & reborn, 
& born again, that the great sea drenched world 
accepted us, that the Great Mother raised 
her deep ocean arms, mystic with Visions 
& storms of dreams yet to be...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

THE ANCIENT WAY

Let us make love 
in the old way, the ancient way, 
so that magic wakes within us, so that 
the moon is conjured, & the stars, 
so that our heartbeats span the rainbow bridge 
& glide golden above the waters, 
let us dive, deep, relentless, into the mystic 
pathways of our neurons so the Earth grows 
ripe, & fertile, & green, let us wake the hidden spirits 
yet alive in the dark woods, in the living forest, 
let us dance the wild dance of the satyrs 
& the nymphs birthed by lovers breath, for we 
are landscapes, we are worlds, we are fleet deer 
frenzied by the flying of the night, in whichever body 
I find you, in whatever kingdom or shining hour, 
I know the Cosmos binds us, I know the spring winds rise, 
fragrant with blossoms & the glittering dragonflies 
of rapture & ecstasy, I know we kiss with the Grace 
that calls us, exquisitely, erotically, eternally, 
to the rivers & shoreless sea...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

Monday, August 24, 2015

YOU HAVE THE MAGIC

You have the music to redeem me, 
entwined in your soul, you have the magic, 
the erotic mystery, the deep ebony eyes 
in which the nebulae hide, I know no other place 
for you except the passion of our embrace, 
I know no secret to hide from you, no ember of past 
or future life, the seasons are the seasons of our love, 
each varied, vibrant & beautiful, wrought in the most 
intense & ecstatic colours, we are the ocean gliding beneath 
the moon, the great strong rivers, the flocks ascending 
above the windswept grass, let the gods & comets seek us, 
let the dimensions rip & spill forth fruit, we will feast 
on Cosmic bounty, we will call upon the mountains, 
ancient songs to wake the stars, the worlds will remember 
us & haunt us with their prophecies, for we will return, 
like a blessing or half seen dream, the mystics will revere 
us, the riders, the rovers, the lone knights errant & the 
masters of exotic crafts, let the wild winds call us, 
in the blossoms & the reeds, we will return, 
we will sing here, we will dance & be reborn...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

BENEATH THE EMBRACE OF TWILIGHT

This is the magic, the way & the path 
we will always follow, the singing of the streams 
at midnight, the irresistible embrace of the river 
calling to the stars, this is the journey that defines us, 
the dance, the mystery of our breath & the ecstasy 
of our bodies, we kiss in the silence that has no name, 
in the words that have no meaning except in the great 
incantations of the Cosmos, I hear you, I sense you, 
I touch you, not just now but forever, in the endless fires 
of newborn planets when butterflies finally gather round, 
I hear your words, sweet with the silver of Infinity, 
wild with the paradox of time & space, I know you dance 
within each twilight, within each ecstasy that has been 
forgotten as mystery retreated from this world, this is my 
dream song, my voice of power in which the Eagles gather, 
in which the nebulae shine, this is the golden key, 
the bonding, the opening of rapture in the unknowable 
labyrinth of our hearts, this is the way it happened, 
& it always must be, the sweet scent of orchards, 
the delirious galaxies of pleasure & pain, hear me now 
or else forget me, until at last we are born again, I sense 
monsters on the beaches, I fear maelstroms on the land, 
but this is just the Earth, growing restless beneath 
her chains, a scarlet thread will always bind us, 
& the voices of our ancient Lovers, each drifting 
& listening intently, to a whisper that can't be heard...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

I SUDDENLY KNEW WE HAD BEEN LOVERS

I suddenly knew we had been lovers, 
that we had embraced windswept & wild 
on the shores of an ancient & alien sea, I knew 
the stars above us had wheeled in great glittering 
constellations adrift at the dawn of time, I knew 
your breast was the breast I kissed in moonlight, 
a thousand times before dawn sought us, golden day 
after golden day, I knew we would be lovers yet again, 
in this dreaming city by the waves, I could feel your touch 
electric as your fingers brushed my own, I could taste 
your lips in the delicious curve of your smile, 
& in the gentle cascade of your words as they floated 
like mystic symbols into the arches of my ear, your grace 
was the grace of a cosmic dancer to whom time & space 
meant nothing, your contours flowed with the mysterious 
landscapes of imminent worlds, you were again 
the true journey of my heart, my great & gracious Spirit, 
my Guide awash in Ecstasy & Light...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

A GODDESS CALLED YOU

You knew she was 
a dream that would consume you, 
a vision so erotic, so pristine, so perfect 
that it would grip your heart & transform you, 
you knew she could make you a hero, a hunter, 
a hunger that nothing but the taste of her 
could ever satiate, but even as you rose you knew 
you were a fool & would only ever be a poet, 
a lost knight upon a perfumed & lonely path, 
you knew she wanted you but only because 
she needed you, only because the constellations 
glittered like wild crystal eyes & this was the night 
& the mystery of her Magic, the way would be long, 
Pilgrim, & the oceans wide & the deserts would bleed 
the salt of a ravaged Earth, but all this would scarcely 
be noticed, your eyes were wild with glory, 
for you knew a Goddess called you, 
& shyly shook her hips...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

SUNLIGHT UPON THE WATER

Perhaps I will just sit here, 
& never think again, perhaps
I will still my mind so completely
that at last the Earth will speak to me, 
gently here beneath this ancient oak, perhaps 
for at least a moment I will feel the deep, slow, sensual
heartbeat of Life itself & I will lose myself in wonder,
the day draws on, somewhere perhaps, but not here,
not in the infinity of this silence that somehow embraces 
all natural sounds, the leaves, the grass, the breeze,
a profound wisdom slowly reveals itself, as if subtly
shimmering in the slow eddies of my bloodstream,
making me smile & just become it without understanding
what it is, once I was a warrior, I think, or a poet,
or a Lover, but now I know I am but sunlight upon
the water, only the waves go on forever, & the Cosmos
& the stars, & I am become them, I think of you, 
so shining & beautiful in the flowing green dress 
of your one perfect summer, & I think perhaps
we will meet again & kiss & remember, 
even if but a moment, before Ecstasy 
guides us home...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

IMMORTAL ROSES

What will we leave behind, 
like a whisper in the hearts of our Lovers, 
how will they remember us in the long hours 
of the summer wind when the meadows & grasses 
are golden, when the winter tides break across the sands 
where once we danced, how will they find us, 
how will they hear us, how will they follow the thin scarlet 
thread that links our spirits forever between the galaxies, 
when the pyramids rise, when the galleons sail, 
who will stand bold & beautiful beneath the storms 
of the wildest & newest stars, you will be there, 
& all the Beauty you have gathered through the ages 
& created & set free in Love amid the forests 
& the canyons, you are not deceived, your kiss is the truth 
that springs from the seed of truest desire, like a great river 
the Earth will nourish you, & you will grow & blossom, 
& there amid the most secret gardens, amid the scarlet 
fragrance of Love's immortal roses, they will see you, 
& remember you, & embrace you once again, 
in the warm arms of midnight, 
in the erotic pleasures of the Moon...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

Saturday, August 15, 2015

WHISPER

I want to whisper in your ear, 
to sit with you in secret, heart to heart, skin to skin, 
I want to tell you of Magic & Adventure, 
& the sweet erotic sighs of the moon 
& the bright visions I see dancing across the beach 
in the arms of the rising sun, I want to lie with you 
in all the loving Ages of your Life, from vibrant 
young dancer to wise woman of the woods, I want to taste 
you beneath the mystic silver of the stars & show you 
the nebulae aflame at the edge of the Worlds, 
I want to gently explore the mystic landscape of your body 
like a welcome pilgrim come in peace 
or like a thirsty traveller ecstatic with desire, 
I want to claim you, not as my own but in the name 
of all Lovers throughout the Ages, I want you to teach me 
all the secrets I've forgotten, all the places holy in the heart 
of the forest, I want to embrace you again & again & again 
until the moment ignites & dances with the Rapture 
of all our once & future Lives...   

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

Thursday, August 13, 2015

I NEED YOUR DARK EYES, DIVA

I need your dark eyes, Diva, 
like I need the eyes of an unknown Lover 
beneath the Moon, like I need the tides 
of an ebony ocean that might call me to the Stars, 
I need your whispers & the unknown magics 
of your heartbeat when it dances in the night, 
I need you to feed me, delicately with your fingers, 
the delicious secrets of your desires, the nuances 
of your wisdom, & the clear bright diamonds 
of your tears, I need you to hear me & to heal me, 
& to wash the endless dust of broken dreams 
from the deserts of my Spirit, I want you to embrace me 
with the fierce flame of your Grace, with the infinite 
lithe textures of your skin & muscle & bone, 
I want to dissolve into you until we are as one ocean, 
one heart, one mind, one infinite strand of nebulae 
strung across a darkening sky, long have I journeyed 
on this path of sorrow, loss & tears, long have I danced 
with the maidens of fragrant mountain meadows, 
I have been all things, all storms & subtleties 
of both shadows & Light, but now I am lost 
without a beacon, a restless hungry child, 
I know the Cosmos loves me like it cherishes all poets 
with wayward wings, but today my breath feels mortal, 
I bleed as if wounded & astray...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

I KNEW MY QUEST WAS AGELESS

 I sometimes forget where memory ends, 
& Mystery begins, I sometimes forget the stars 
who have always loved me & the endless summers 
when I dreamed, I know I remember the wind & the moon 
& the sea in some simpler clearer way, in a previous 
universe perhaps, before youth became eternal & was still 
fresh & clear & new, I remember the nights when love 
was scented by the wild grass, sweet & gentle & unknown, 
I remember the gradual rise of the Mystery, as Life grew 
deeper, & richer & wiser, I remember the crests of the great 
tides, ominous & beautiful as they gathered & swept way 
the shining cities, I remember the nymphs & the unicorns 
& the satyrs dissolving into phantoms, & the flights of the 
dark birds of magic as they sought refuge in the sky, I knew 
the world had changed then, I knew Beauty had suddenly 
scattered into a thousand different meanings, I knelt at the 
Spring where thirst was always quenched but returned as 
ecstasy & eternal, I took to the road, I felt infinity in my 
eyes, & a wild new heartbeat in my chest, I knew I could 
ride forever, I knew the dawn would always knight me, 
I knew my Quest was ageless, it was madness, 
it was Bright... 

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...  

Sunday, August 9, 2015

MOONLIGHT

She was so slender, so graceful, 
so steeped in the shine of subtle stars, 
he half thought he imagined her, he half thought 
he knew her from a faintly seen dream, 
in that beautiful land, the mountains suffused with 
the sweet & simple wisdom of the bamboo dragon, 
they sipped the wine of the centuries distilled from 
the sun's joyous tears, they wandered the high meadows 
drawn by the faint sound of flutes unheard except 
by heartbeat, in her gasp of wonder at the comet's flash, 
in her quiet joy, in her sacred perception, he felt his heart 
gently hollowed & reformed beneath the mist & contours 
of the mountains, they freely offered up their own contours, 
their skin glistening, bathed in love, they lay amid 
the blossoms, each blossom a thousand worlds, & the night 
swept in around them, & in their eyes 
the moonlight rose...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

Saturday, August 8, 2015

THE SCENT OF THE DESERT

She had the scent of the desert in her hair, 
the purity of wild places, of sun carved stones 
& mystic heat, her body lean, golden & gently muscled, 
her rhythms graceful, unearthly, unknown, embedded 
in her heartbeat by dawn lit dances with the sun dragon, 
she was the avatar of the searing sky's one golden merciful 
tear, its pact with the sand, the moon, the rivers & the sea 
to never for a thousand eons blaze in its true & infinite 
glory, to make our dreams fly but no higher than our 
wildest wings, to make our searing rays of vision still 
anchor firmly in our bone based skulls, to make our 
ecstasies human but still spiralling wildly into the infinite, 
she had this Grace, standing on the pathway, her body 
blazed with gentle fire & then she turned & stretched her 
fingers & great Light storms began to flicker, 
in solar gusts toward the West...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...