Mystic Encounters

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The poetic works of Stephen Charles Long. This is the fifth book of poetry in his Mystic Series. Wrought with emotion and esoteric mysticism, it is poetry at its best.




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Castillo de San Marcos

My journey was long, my destination had been St. Augustine.
My directions were wrong and now my plans had changed.

I found myself lost seeking shelter for the night as a storm arose.
It was two AM, an hour before dead time at Castillo de San Marcos.

I had not known, death stalked the corridors, of the ruins and castle walls.
Dark shadows of negative souls dwell within every room and hall.

As I learned later, apparitions, phantoms preoccupy moonlit courts.
Disembodied voices cry out in the dark, so go the reports.

Poltergeist and revenant, mesmerizing suggestion?
No question now I had found a haunted location.

A touch, a trace the spectre supernatural so eerie
as to make its mark on the living in the urge.

The fort and castle had been built in seventeen sixty-three,
a guard with a lantern  walks the rampart there and is seen.

As the storm hit, I figured the chapel was best
Maybe the only place that I could find rest.

So, as with all mislaid plans I waited anxiously.
As the lightning flashed there stood the Padre.

He shook his head and transparent he stood
crucifix in hand all covered with blood.

The sound of chanting and a flute filled the air,
it was right then I knew, I did not want to be here.

The wind bent the trees in a blasting gale
my hair stood on end when I heard a yell.

The last thing I remember in the pelting rain cascade,
was Spanish soldiers marching... in parade.

It was a night of hell and so morose
a stormy night, at Castillo de San Marcos......

Stephen Charles Long ©  2009

Stephen's note:  this is a real place where these events have been reported .



Enchanted Princess

She is that which never leaves me.
A Cinderella of pauper dreams.
Of the kingdom that could be.

No brave knight am I
just a lonely soul
dying quietly inside.

That magic look
Enchanted Princess.
From loves storybook.

In silent aspirations
solitude consumes me.
I live without her passion.

Oh God to find,
that hideaway with her.
Would ease this tortured mind.

If I could only tell her,
oh my love, my dear love.
I have your glass slipper.

Stephen Charles Long ©  2009



English Asylum

Dark sky so grey
I stepped upon the lot.
The weather beaten buildings decay
some empty, some not.
Fall leaves lie around
the cold was in the wind.
There were graves on the high ground
far from the main buildings.
In an English asylum,
out near the coast.
Walks a man with a lantern
some call a ghost.
I came at request
a witness to be
to investigate it,
or they investigate me.
I stayed the night
waiting, watching.
Till the morning light.
I saw nothing.
As I walked away
I turned back again.
There was a man at the gate
with a lantern and waving.
Fading Consistence

 The chimes are ringing
far into the distance.
Where the whippoorwill sings
with constant persistence.

On a moonlit night...

Deep in forest dark
I walk  alone all night.
My journey to  embark,
upon this endless flight.

On a moonlit night...

Trees sway and bend
in a struggle to be free.
It is a big wild wind
that blows over me.

On a moonlit night...

On a moonlit night
I heard you say.
It would give you delight
should I wish to stay.

On a moonlit night...

There, back there
in that far distance.
The echoes I hear
fading consistence.

 Stephen Charles Long ©  2009



In a Time of Dreams


It was a time of dreams...
I walked in from the streets of violence
to a garden path of cobblestone and hope.
The journey had not been long I guess
in an angry world trying to cope.
It was a time of dreams...
Not sweetness and rainbows, but truth.
That everlasting fact of ugliness that bore
witness to souls of indifference proof.
That was a soulless shore.
It was a time of dreams...
Where I met a warrior standing
with weapon at the ready.
To be slain or slay, just waiting.
With aim true and steady.
We watched a man approaching
from the waters of the sea.
Till at last he was standing
on the sand looking at him and me.
It was...... a time of dreams
The warrior took aim gracefully
without pause or second thought.
When a glint of light caught him and me.
A cross on his robes brought us to a halt.
It...it was a time of dreams
A padre with rosary on his waist
a warrior with weapon in hand.
And I.. the poet task to taste
even record and understand.
The three of us walked the shoreline
until the light of dawn and beyond.
For we did not understand at the time
what fate had brought us to bond.
It was a time..... of dreams
The sun descended before us
until a purple calm and twilight fell.
Where majestic starlight kept its distance
like soft spoken words through a golden cell.
In a time of dreams....

Stephen Charles Long ©  2009



One rainy night in Paris

A storm was approaching
as I was packing
to catch a late night flight.
Privacy it seems was lacking.

The bellman was at the door
he had a note in his hand.
I handed him a franc
and closed the door again.

My friend knew
I was leaving Paris soon
and asked me to meet him
down in the taproom.

I was thinking of his note
it had seemed mysterious.
La vie peut changer dans un instant.
Une nuit pluvieuse à Paris.

I sat down at the bar and waited.
When a soft sweet voice said to me
"salut Texas"  mon amour.
"Vin" I told the maitre d'.

She sat down beside me,
took my hands in hers.
She studied them closely
as if looking for an answer.

She looked at me
with such gentle eyes.
Then said she was wrong,
and she apologized.

I was tired and it was late
yes, I still loved her.
It had nearly ended in hate
I did not wish to be bitter.

Tous pour l'amour,
yes, all for love.
We talked about hearts
and the subject there of.

Another bottle of wine
as the storm came closer.
She won my heart again,
God help me, I love her.

I missed my flight tonight
you know this is now serious.
Tous pour l'amour, yes, all for love.
One rainy night in Paris.
One rainy night..... in Paris.

Stephen Charles Long ©  2008

la vie peut changer dans un instant = life can change in a moment
tous pour l'amour= all for love
Une nuit pluvieuse à Paris = A showery night in Paris
Vin = wine



The Autumn Mist

As the clouds passed over the moon.
weaving patterns in the sky.
It would all change soon
with a whispered goodbye.

Without love what is there
a life of emptiness?
So I left my heart here
walked into the autumn mist.

Before the rain could come
she was all but gone I guess.
Now I'm all alone
here in the autumn mist.

Yesterday is the truth
today finds no rest.
Tomorrow waits for you
somewhere in the autumn mist.........



 Zombie Road


Harbinger of the unknown
waits just down the road.
all the lost souls
that the land swallowed.

Countless children gone
death took them you see.
Their tiny spirits remain
and wander among the trees.

Restless in death and lost
not knowing where they are.
You see them sometimes
through the eyes of the camera.

Into the desolate woods
it feels like you are followed.
Encounters with shadows
down old Zombie road.

River of Death some have said
of this supernatural node.
Beware of the darkness
Down on old Zombie road.
On Haunted Zombie road...



A true story...











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