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...