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

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

Friday, September 4, 2015

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...