Archive for the ‘Night Flyer’ Category


Silver Dreams

by RANDY BARISH

Silver lace spun cross the sky
Pierced by Luna’s blazing eye
Moonlit walk takes me away
Down quaint lanes of autumn gray
Cooling winds of season’s end
Follow like a long lost friend
Till their fury sets me free
Neath this glowing tapestry
On to silver dreams, in flight
Borne by soaring wings of night.

Midnight Visions

by RANDY BARISH

Spectral images,
Imbued in the depths of night’s silence
Calling from sleep like a crystal vision
Like the sea and the night merging in azure reaches of deep meditation
These visions,
Encapsulated in the vivid dreams of thoughts unplayed out
And fighting for manifestation
Finding expression here and there through the cracks of mind’s eternity
The spirit of unfettered emotions,
Gliding across moonlit lakes in this place of midnight dreams
And fading in the piercing sunrise of daylight’s tyranny.

Shahrazad

by RANDY BARISH 

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.

Shahrazad,
Swaying to the syncopating rhythms of drums and bells
Beneath a Persian moon
Drawing me to the magic of your spell.

My Graveyard Musings

by RANDY BARISH 

This spectral world, where few have tread
As Summer days to Autumn pass
In somber shade, reside the dead
The cooling winds, their Requiem Mass.

The names and dates of lifetimes’ past
On these stone graves that climb the hill
In cold, damp earth, their bodies cast
As long years pass, in evening’s chill.

They calmly sleep in mottled shade
In quiet plots, bereft of joy
Though deep within the ground, they’re laid
These chiseled words, time can’t destroy.

As night time comes, I’m homeward bound
And slowly pass the granite stones
I hear the night bird’s haunting sound
And cold wind’s melancholy moans.

Their silent ranks, I’ll join someday
Invokes in me a nervous laugh
To think that some may pass this way
And ponder my worn epitaph.

 

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