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...