Night Flyer

Night Flyer Poems

Realm of the night
Sanctum of all mysteries
Welcoming me back into its arms
High over swaying pines
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Through a misty forest in the night
Drawn through passageways of darkness
Over cold rivers
Drawn to that crimson light that beckons from the distance
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Over by the wall,
Her photograph stares sadly at me
In the late night shadows of my lonely suburban dream
She lies forever silent now, beneath the leaves of a cold meadow, filled with ageless stones
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I saw her just the other day
Swimming in a Western bay
I saw her face
I knew it was love.
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If you could see the tapestry of life on which all our lives are woven,
Then you'd feel the purpose to which we've all been chosen,
As our lives surge forward like waves on an endless ocean,
There's so much we can do to fill our world with devotion,
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I looked up to the sky, the twilight rising,
In a Floridian park, saw a vision spellbinding,
The goddess Tyche, She appeared to me,
On a throne of gold overlooking the sea,
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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
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Shahrazad, dancer of the night
Behind the purple lattice of Persian screens
You dance to the rhythm of ancient voices
Swirling in the mirth of frankincense
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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
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Cottony lace surging across the season's sky
And starry jewels scintillating in dreamy heavens
White birch spires lost in the swirling clouds of December's majesty
That blazing spark of winter's glory
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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.
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I dreamt I came up to the shore
And stared out on the windy bay
Bright city lights aglow, I saw,
Miami Beach, a mile away.
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Warm Spring wind,
Streaming past my vale in swirling crescendos
Past the grey skies of the barren Winter's sorrows
A refreshing breeze,
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I hear your voice reverberate
Captured on crumbling acetate
The music we made in our past
We thought those times would ever last
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Shimmering light on dawn's lake
A rising sun of caramel gold
This flamingo land silent, in waves of motion
Its smiles rising over flowing distances
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Distant lover,
Cast your mournful spell across the evening's cold
On this road I glide, past shuttered homes
The glare of street lights play across the shadows
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Intrepid these winds that swirl through the listless night,
On white marble clouds that coalesce in silence
They carry a certain malice,
Surging forward from the deep ocean far
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From this verdant hallowed site
By the plains, forevermore
Bathed in golden morning light
I can watch brave eagles soar.
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We meet again one dreamy night
Of emerald green on midnight's shore
Warm waves reflected in the light
Of silver moon forevermore.
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I remember the Moon over the bay, at Sanibel
When we walked its golden sands, hand in hand
The colored lights of Fort Meyers shown like gems for us,
Across the mystic waters,
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Night Flyer Biography

Have been writing poems for a while. Started posting a lot in 2007 to various websites. A lot of my poems touch upon nature, aesthetics, visions and mystic states of conciousness. Like to take walks under the moon and stars or through the forest and these will usually inspire in me some poetry. Also waking up in the middle of the night is sometimes gives me inspiration to write. Am living now not far from Boston, Massachusetts, USA. Have also lived in South Florida from time to time. Besides poetry, I was also the guitarist for a band in Florida called Nostradamus. Our band put out a CD of original music in 1997 and for a while did local gigs at mainly coffeehouse. Have a bunch of videos on Youtube and other sites. Alas, I left my guitars back in Florida! ! !)

The Best Poem Of Night Flyer

Realm Of The Night

Realm of the night
Sanctum of all mysteries
Welcoming me back into its arms
High over swaying pines
In the cool winds of November
Calling me from mystical dreams
With its song of echoing crickets
An icy sapphire window of sky
Framed by a ring of tree tops
Like a shimmering golden crown
A portrait of infinity with its patterns of stars
Arranged like a latticework of crystals in
a purple tapestry
Blazing down their platinum upon this cosmic
Autumn scene.

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