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 in a... more »
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Night Flyer Poems
I saw her just the other day Swimming in a Western bay I saw her face I knew it was love.
The Sibyl Of The Lake
At the gates of gloom, By the shores of midnight waters. She waits, radiant beauty of ancient dreams. A delicate apparition of the misty night
Sapphire blue and cirrus white Silver smile of bright moonlight Leads me down where spirits meet All along this silent street
A Vision on the Autumn Breeze
October winds, they came at last Across the hills and ponds, they passed And strewed bright autumn leaves around So wonderful, their stirring sound
The Freedom of the Sea
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.
Silver lace spun cross the sky Pierced by Luna's blazing eye Moonlit walk takes me away Down quaint lanes of autumn gray
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
Tapestry of Life
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,
On the Road to Rebirth
Take this path unto the sea Neath bright clouds, chalcedony On a marbled path I walk Past these twisted trees so dark
From Here To Persepolis
Desert star of melting silver, Gleaming through the clouds The crossroads of desert merging in midnight's gloom, From here to Persepolis
A Greater Treasure
Worn coral paths of history Wind gently neath the evening shadows In this warm land of mystery And restless site of ancient battles.
In Purple Dreams
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,
Seasons Of The Night
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
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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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
I saw her just the other day
Swimming in a Western bay
I saw her face
I knew it was love.
Smiling mermaid of the Seven Seas
Yeah, she looked at me
I saw her face
I knew it was love.
And she called out my name
And I knew it would never be the same to me
In waves of smiling ecstasy
She's calling from an emerald sea
Mermaid, calling me.
The sunset came and full moon rose
A windy beach where no one goes
To water's edge, I came along.
And then a voice called out to me
As moonlight swept the boundless sea
So beautiful, her mermaid...