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

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

Monday, September 28, 2015

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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Friday, September 4, 2015

INFINITE CONSTELLATIONS

I watch your eyes, 
so close I could almost kiss 
your eyelids, in the sweet cleansing 
caress of the rain, I come to you & you 
embrace me somewhere in the great silence 
only true Lovers know, I gaze into you, 
in the peace, in the silent passion of this one 
miraculous & perfect moment, I gaze into you 
& boundaries disappear, bodies open & our heartbeats 
are revealed like the magic of the Earth, deep within us 
& cradling us, encompassing all we are or ever 
could hope to be, I just bathe in the subtle outpouring 
of your Spirit, the passion so unrelenting it transforms 
our flesh & makes us holy, our lips are so close I almost 
taste your thousand flavours, your dreams & dangerous 
passions, waiting for but the Cosmos, demure until 
the intoxication when the moonlight finally claims us, 
naked to the stars & exploding into the ecstasy of infinite 
constellations, I gaze into you & you welcome me 
& reveal yourself as shyly as the mist upon the waters, 
disrobing to meet the dawn, I swear to dance within you 
& embrace you in each sensual conflagration of the flesh, 
I swear to kiss you on the mountains, & meet you 
in the shimmering green depths of the primal oceans, 
awash with Life & precious promise...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

TOMORROW WILL BE GOLDEN

Tomorrow will be golden, 
perhaps, in those dreams where 
I dare not linger, in those dances 
alive with ghosts, tomorrow will be golden, 
& magic, & alive with promise, the Visions 
will return, & the ecstasy, & the rapture of youth 
& beauty, tomorrow will be golden & I know this, 
in certainty, in belief, in the great & final unfolding 
of my Heart, tomorrow will be golden, & the waters 
will rise & the sky will be alive with rainbows, 
all journeys will be forgotten & we'll simply sit 
upon the endless beach, the rain upon our faces like 
the ecstasy of cleansing tears, we will watch & wonder 
& know that eternity calls us, with wide & golden arms, 
subtle as the rising of the dawn, we will sit & forget 
we have ever been anything but Lovers & the beloved 
children of a smiling Cosmos, the years are unknown, 
& the centuries, & the eons pile upon each other, 
Universe after Universe, until the atoms themselves rise 
in Rapture & explode in the last & most exquisite Light, 
I will meet you there, in all your bodies, in all your 
Mysteries, in all the kaleidoscopic infinities of your eyes, 
we will always return here, to this one perfect moment, 
when our breath mingled in each of our endless kisses, 
& I knew the wind loved your hair, & caressed it 
with a thousand exquisite fingers...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...

THE ARMS OF MY GHOSTS

I returned to the arms of my ghosts, 
to my rainbows & youthful dreams, 
the world was open to me then, & yesterday 
was as bright as tomorrow, I was the child 
of a cosmic storm that scattered Light across 
the endless waters, I saw the past & the future 
& in the silence between my heartbeats I heard 
the truth of my magic,  the night was mine & the air 
was pure, aching with the crystal clarity I saw once 
& then forever, I embraced where I stood, in the dust 
& the dirt & the glory of the endless conflagration 
of the sun, I came to you then, in the serene beauty 
of your Spirit, in the sanctity of your starlit body, 
whispers still had meaning, & the brush of trembling 
fingers exploring perfect flesh, we were the Visions 
that seemed truly endless, beyond the touch of mere 
mortality, we flew down the ancient highway, always 
dancing, always cleansed by the mercy of the endless rains 
& the gusts of Light upon the mountains, we rode forward, 
always, soft as a lover's kiss, deep as a Lover's thrust, 
I knew who I was & I finally understood, right there 
at the beginning, the meaning & the purpose, age had 
no hold on me, nor the great wheeling of the constellations, 
except as my arrow of Ecstasy, firm, true, 
& unwavering in flight...

--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...