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Jul 2015 · 1.1k
Angel of the Night
Night Flyer Jul 2015
The castle songs, they drift tonight,
From Spain to the heights of Palmyra,
They ride the waves beneath moonlight,
Spinning sounds of dulcimer and lyre.

From where do you call, angel of the night,
From what castle, do you, my heart, inspire,
From the depths of my mind, your smile bright,
Stirs the embers of my desire.

So I send this poem, a voice in the wind,
To the angel of the night, I sing,
To a heart as parched as the desert sand,
True love, your kiss will bring.

Like the castle that rules that dusty *****,
O'er Palmyra's arid plain,
I'll wait from this hill with endless hope,
Till my desert's quenched with rain.
Romantic poem stirred up by my looking at photos of the ancient preserved city of Palmyra in Syria.
Jul 2015 · 770
Autumn's Blossums
Night Flyer Jul 2015
Blossoms rustle in the wind
Crocus bright and thistle blue
Lilac, myrrh and hyacinth
Summer's bow to Autumn's rule.

They wave farewell to memories
Locked inside the season's sun
A sad serenade in the jasmine breeze
The end of all that we'd begun.

Though the noble myrtle strives
To make its stand in breezy shade
Quick are the years that span our lives
Like the winds that pass this glade.

The Summer birds now sweetly sing
Yet Fall clouds fill horizons blue
Harbingers of Winter's sting
And the end of dreams that we once knew.
Jul 2015 · 533
The Freedom of the Sea
Night Flyer Jul 2015
Brave sailors who sailed distant seas
In ages, crossing Neptune's realm
Sweet treasure's call, their minds, it pleased
Through surging waves, they took the helm.

With sextants held neath silver stars
They plied swift currents in the breeze
And sailed their ships to islands far
Past harbor lights and port cities.

For what rich treasures spurred their quests
For gold or silver, were they sent
With wanderlust that never rests
To ends of earth they gladly went.

But give me treasure that is real
The chance to write some poetry
On swirling waves, this heart will heal
And feel the freedom of the sea.

Don't want to stay here anymore
And drown in my uncertainties
I'd rather hear the ocean's roar
And see Gibraltar's majesty.

And know that I shall join someday
Those ancient mariners of yore
And reach that land so far away
Elysium's enchanted shore.
Jul 2015 · 973
Of Distant Dreams
Night Flyer Jul 2015
Of distant dreams that call in the silence of dusk,
Their resonance in tropic humidity
Calling to me through the jacaranda and palm
past the swirling spanish moss
Their melodies resounding like bells in the lilac evening
And the chorus of crickets that drifts out to a harvest moon sky
O distant dreams that calm my sadness
and wrap me in their warmth
on passing ocean breezes,
Meander through stirring branches of twilight forests
to greet my Summer desolation,
sweeping me to your fabled lands,
beyond evening's gateways.
A poem I wrote while viewing a sunset in Florida.
Night Flyer Jul 2015
October winds, they came at last
Across the hills and ponds, they passed
And strewed bright autumn leaves around
So wonderful, their stirring sound
Relentlessly, they lured my mind
Down ancient paths that ever wind
So forthwith I sped through my door
Toward Massapoag's long sandy shore
And to the windy beach, I came
As waters glowed with twilight's flame
I felt your love on me enfold
As I gazed out on waters gold
So movingly, our hearts were one
Neath crimson rays of setting sun
Though far across the land, you dwelt
Eternal was the love I felt
That spanned the mountains and the seas
And rode the wild Autumn breeze
Now Autumn days to Winter, turn
This vision will, in my heart, burn.
This a poem I wrote in 2010 after I came up to New England temporarily and was missing my best friend in Florida, Mari Ann.
Apr 2015 · 1.2k
Teddy Bear
Night Flyer Apr 2015
You spent your last days in a hospital room
One month before your beating heart stopped
You were drifting away to the door of your tomb
I bought your last gift from the hospital shop.

They brought to your room a brown teddy bear
A soft, furry friend to make you feel loved
A message from me, to show you I cared
To hold on your journey to Heaven above.

No family or friends to comfort you there
Forgotten and lonesome, in white sheets, you lay
I picture you clutching your brown teddy bear
Kind gift from my heart as your life slipped away.
This is a poem about my last gift to my friend, Mari Ann, who passed away in a hospital last November.
Sep 2014 · 872
Left Behind
Night Flyer Sep 2014
Small town, it sleeps neath darkened skies
Time to reflect as I unwind
The Summer moon cannot disguise
Her memory, so warm and kind.

Of dreams we chased, and silly lies
We had it all and then resigned
Her cheery laugh and smiling eyes
Lay buried deep within my mind.

The gentle wind begins to rise
To travel on, this life's designed
But memory, it slowly dies
My mirthful friend I left behind.
This poem refers to my best friend and fellow musician in Florida who I separated from when I moved back to New England some years ago.
Jun 2014 · 3.1k
Midnight Moon
Night Flyer Jun 2014
Work your magic across the sky
Midnight Moon, pearlescent queen
To your smile, my spirit flies
Through the clouds and mists pristine.

Drawn by your hypnotic glare
Proud Selene, eternally
Captured by your silver stare
And the spell you've put on me.

Pearly mistress, guide me home
To my castle by the sea
Blessed, these miles that I roam
Neath your shining mystery.

From the fires in my heart
With rhyming verse, I honor thee
Before the morning makes its start
Thou blazing orb of poetry.
one of several poems I've written dedicated to Luna...
Jun 2014 · 1.8k
My River Lethe
Night Flyer Jun 2014
A forest pathway I follow
Through a distant misty hollow
To a far place where thoughts unwind
That's buried deep within my mind
To the smooth banks of a clear stream
In this fair dream within a dream
My River Lethe gently calls
And to her depths, my spirit falls
In her sweet waters, I forget
This life of sorrow and regret
Perhaps this river, flowing free
Will pull me to the endless sea
Where Nereids live within the caves
So deep beneath its swirling waves
And lifetimes pass in depths pristine
As sun glints through aquamarine
And there one senses pure delight
As currents dance in pearly light
So to the sea where dolphins play
On this river, I'll drift away.

Note: Lethe, from Greek mythology, is pronounced:
This is a poem I wrote in 2009 after a walk in the woods.  Last year a music composer contacted me and asked if he could use this in a public choral performance, and I gave him my permission. Am waiting to see how this turns out.
Jun 2014 · 917
Your Mermaid Song
Night Flyer Jun 2014
We meet again one dreamy night
Of emerald green on midnight's shore
Warm waves reflected in the light
Of silver moon forevermore.

I listen to your soaring voice
That echoes cross the sapphire waves
And causes my heart to rejoice
For music of the sea, it craves.

In this Aegean dream, we play
This magic beach of windswept sand
In pale moonlight, we've lost our way
Here where the ocean meets the land.

Sweet Mari Ann, your poet ways
Through endless dunes, you lead me on
Way past the rocks, lost in a daze
Enraptured by your mermaid song.
This poem talks about the sea and my good friend Mari Ann. She is a kindred spirit to me, being a song writer, singer, poet and artist. We spent many years together. Now, sadly, she is a resident of a nursing home in Miami and I am living in Massachusetts.
Jun 2014 · 817
Streets of Hull
Night Flyer Jun 2014
Rivers flow down towards the bay
And with them, lifetimes swept away
Of cobble stones and windswept sand
And legends of our native land
I walk alone down avenues
Of shifting sands and ocean hues
And faces from another time
From road to sandy bluffs, I climb
Down by the sea, the windy shore
Whispers their names, who are no more
Pale ghosts who wander by the sea
Up from the waves, they call to me
Of whalers, who for glory, yearned
And sailing ships that ne'er returned
Of sailors brave and lovely maids
To them, the ocean serenades
I sip my beer and hear a gull
Lost on these timeless streets of Hull.
Was looking through one of my notebooks and saw a poem that I had started last year after visiting Nantasket Beach in Hull, MA. After reading what I had, I thought it would be more effective as a rhymed poem. This is the result...
Jun 2014 · 1.8k
Seasons of the Night
Night Flyer Jun 2014
The misty firmament above in the hours before the rising sun,
Swirls patterns deeply etched into the grey sky,
Windy realm of night with its soaring echoes,
A play of wind, clouds and dancing moonlight,
The spirits of the ages play, spread across the invincible night,
They play unseen, yet fill the Arcadian meadows with their presence,
To the wind, they vow a burning promise,
To the night, their unquenchable energies,
In the windy sea sky, adrift with misty cloud schooners,
The season of the Solstice sweeps her glowing gown,
Drawn by oceanic breezes,
Her midnight tempest spawns vaporous clouds across the gloomy moors,
Her Druid song haunting the moonlit fields,
This swirling mirth of darkness strips the tired senses spellbound in these seasons of the night.
Some years ago I used to read my poems at Stone Poetry in Cambridge, MA. When I read this one, they made a video of it. Hope you like.
Jun 2014 · 40.6k
Spirits of the Night
Night Flyer Jun 2014
In swirling clouds of silver lace
The disk of Luna lies concealed
Across the Autumn skies they race
Over this shadow realm surreal.

On evening shadows now, I gaze
A gentle wind swirls through the trees
From depths of sleep, I watch half-dazed
Thin branches stirring in the breeze.

Lights flickering neath mystic skies
Through gaps in trees, they shine within
Entranced, my mind, I watch surprised
This spectral beauty in the wind.

In these dark shadows, spirits drift
Translucent ghosts and dryads old
From this meadow, I sense their gift
Strange stories from the wood untold.

Oh let me join thy sylvan fest
Pale spirits of this Solstice night
Before the Moon sets in the west
We'll revel neath her misty light.
Wrote this in 2008 while living in Florida. Much of my poetry was inspired by walks beneath the stars.
May 2014 · 9.2k
Poetry Goddess
Night Flyer May 2014
In the depths of azure of my mystical dream
The warm summer winds that pull me downstream
On a river of gold that runs through my mind
Past billowing curtains of tropical vines
To a verdant green garden that captures my eye
Neath the circling dance of the birds in the sky
My poetry goddess, she waits for me there
So graceful in form with a beauty so rare
She’s calling me back with a warm serenade
From heavenly meadows of blossoming jade
In the depths of azure of my mystical dream
And the warm summer winds that pull me downstream.
This poem was inspired by my walks at Botanical Park in Plantation, FL. It is a very pleasant, serene park with lots of exotic trees.
May 2014 · 1.5k
Night Flyer May 2014
Shahrazad, dancer of the night
Behind the purple lattice of Persian screens
You dance to the rhythm of ancient music
Swirling in the mirth of frankincense
Spinning into the night.

I drink from the silver chalice of your smile
Seeing crescent moons reflected in your eyes,
The echoes of singing voices radiate the vision of desert nights
As I feel my passion flowing
A river of silver and gold melting into distant plateaus.

Desert enchantress,
Spinning your dance eternal in the lapis depths of evening's promise
I surrender now to your smile
Let me drown in the music of your dark eyes
Your seductive voice,
Leading me to misty moonscapes and ruined castle walls.

Swaying to the syncopating rhythms of drums and bells
Beneath a Persian moon
Drawing me to the magic of your spell.
This poem was inspired by a Persian music video I saw some years ago. I was invited to read this poem at a crowded Middle Eastern restaurant on Hollywood Boulevard. There was also a performance by a well-known local belly dancer that night.
May 2014 · 2.0k
In Purple Dreams
Night Flyer May 2014
In purple dreams I glide, over sultry evening roads,
Making my way homeward through night's crimson threshold,
Starlit dreams are melting across the ancient seasons,
Sweet scents of royal night, under cloudy, swirling legions,
My mind reflected in galaxies, mesmerized, spellbound,
As the night wind gently flows, with supernatural sound,
In shimmering shades of shadows, in the wild jasmine breeze
Lies a pastoral scene of starlight through mystic swaying trees,
My journey's marked in colors, in passages of love,
I peer up through passing purple, to a presence up above,
Sweet woman of my dreams, gazing down from way up high,
Her lovely face reflected, in windy heights of sky,
Dear Muse, your smile guides me to that home within my heart,
Till the night your sweet love finds me, 'neath evening's starry art.
I lived in south Florida for 20 years, and this is in one of my poems I wrote there one Summer night; inspired by the sky as I drove home.
Apr 2014 · 1.0k
Spectral Siren of the Night
Night Flyer Apr 2014
Up on a hill, I saw a light
In bitter cold December gloom
On frozen roads of windy night
Past avenues of graves and tombs.

I carefully walked, strickened with dread
On rocky paths of ancient years
To byways of the lonely dead
Where midst the trees, they shed their tears.

The winding trail, it took me high
Toward Moose Hill’s haunted mystery
I heard a woman’s eerie cry
That like thin smoke, flowed down to me.

In misty dark, I made my way
And came upon a thorny hedge
On broken paths, as clear as day,
A stone house on a craggy ledge.

She smiled at me beside her door
With sparkling eyes and scarlet hair
A face that made my fires roar
Voluptuous beyond compare.

She bade me then to come inside
And through that door, I quickly raced
White candles glowed on every side
As flames danced in her fireplace.

This spectral siren of the night
Right next to me, her body ******
So mesmerizing with delight
It stirred those burning flames of lust.

The fire in her eyes, it gleamed
We kissed and then she gently spoke
But disappeared, twas just a dream
And in my bedroom, I awoke.

Next morn, I climbed that steep terrain
In hope I'd find her by her door
A pile of rocks, all that remained
Of some old house from years before.

A weathered gravestone stood nearby
I walked to it and then I saw
An epitaph from years gone by
Its worn words shook me to the core:

"In life, they called me Lizabeth
For years lived on that ledge above
Though turned to dust, conquered by death
My spirit lingers here for love".
This poem is based on a vision I had while walking by an old cemetery in my hometown.
Apr 2014 · 686
The Garnet Star
Night Flyer Apr 2014
Look up, behold the garnet star
High up in starry heavens far
Bright amber jewel that shines pristine
What ancient secrets have you seen
Over a distant desert void
Its crumbling castles, long destroyed
And ghostly armies passing by
Naught could escape your piercing eye
Bold crimson star, we're far apart
But your deep gaze enchants my heart
So radiate your mystery
That through the night, calls out to me
And please impart, I do appeal
Your mystic secrets to reveal.
Another poem I wrote in Florida, inspired by a bright orange red star that beckoned me from the heavens.
Apr 2014 · 424
A Greater Treasure
Night Flyer Apr 2014
Worn coral paths of history
Wind gently neath the evening shadows
In this warm land of mystery
And restless site of ancient battles.

Deep turquoise blue of daylight fades
To twilight's sea of scarlet gold
Walk I, alone, by windy glades
As evening's symphony enfolds.

The palm trees sway in tropic breeze
As golden Luna starts her rise
If you were here, this heart you'd please
I search for you in endless skies.

But you're not here, my search in vain
As Luna shines her brilliant glow
This gold moonlight can't rid the pain
Of love that fled so long ago.

So stars, keep burning all night long
My bruised heart's song is silenced mute
The heavens cannot right this wrong
Nor offer calming substitute.

The shining stars, I'll gladly miss
To your warm kiss, they cannot measure
The bright heavens offer no bliss
Your sweet caress, a greater treasure.
This poem was an attempt to capture feelings of yearning I was feeling for the intimacy of my past relationships while taking a late afternoon walk in a tropical park in Florida.
Apr 2014 · 536
Like the Spring Wind
Night Flyer Apr 2014
Warm Spring wind,
Streaming past my vale in swirling crescendos
Past the grey skies of the barren Winter's sorrows
A refreshing breeze,
Roaring past heaving branches in this new season's panorama
From the sparkling seas,
New life merging with the clarion winds over swaying trees and hillocks
This symphony resounding in victory
O'er the bleak wastelands of Winter's dominion
May new love, like the Spring wind
Glide and melt this Winter's heart that reigns in my being
May her kiss forever free me from the bonds of yesterday's prison
Like the sun warming the cold earth
And her touch, like a breath of new life.
This is a poem I wrote some years ago while living in Florida.
Apr 2014 · 414
Autumn Sky
Night Flyer Apr 2014
Sapphire blue and cirrus white
Silver smile of bright moonlight
Leads me down where spirits meet
All along this silent street
Fleecy clouds that glow on high
Brighten up the midnight sky
Haunted cries and past life streams
Fill this windy realm of dreams
Stranded now on ghostly lanes
To far hills and astral plains
Blue moon shines her mystery
In her light, I know I'm free
Spellbound, I behold her rise
Opal of the crystal skies
Fills the night, her jasmine kiss
Starlit boulevards of bliss
Autumn sky, my mind, you've raised
To your heights, I drift, amazed.
This was a poem inspired by the full moon late at night shining over the fields, as I drove home.

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