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...