Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
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.
Night Flyer
Written by
Night Flyer  Sharon, MA
(Sharon, MA)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems