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...