Mystic Eyes of Twilight: Dream a Dream for Me

By LeRoy Hewitt Jr

Mystic Eyes of Twilight, is the seventh book written by LeRoy Hewitt, Jr. whom has written other exciting books as well. Such as Jewels of the Red Dawn, and Captured in Mystery. Two of his best sellers among other wonderful books.

This special book, Mystic Eyes of Twilight. is just as interesting, and exciting as all the rest. Embodied with gripping short stories, and other poetic pieces unlike any youve ever known. Set in rhythm and rhyme, blending with factual, and fictional narrative. Tales of crime, love, and betrayal.

Harmonizing with mystery and intrigue, of stories that comes alive, right before the readers eyes. That touches deep down inside, as if moments of magic that begins to thrive.

This unique book is the only one of its kind. Rivaling Jewels of the Red Dawn, and Captured in Mystery. It, along with the other books by LeRoy, speaks directly to you, the reader. Putting you center stage into the undertaking of adventure, and excitement as never before. If you like being involved as such, dont let time go by before owning this book. This is the book that brings to you. The Mystic Eyes of Twilight.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Apr 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781491765227

LeRoy Hewitt Jr

LeRoy Hewitt, Jr. has authored and published seven books. He currently lives in California, USA.

Book preview

I COUNT THE STARS

I Count the Stars, that hangs from the darkening sky, when you are away.

Of the many ways in which you are special to me, forever in a day.

For the times I’ve held you tight, beneath the constellations, that shines as diamonds and pearls, upon the shadows of night.

As they put on an excellent show, with the allure of sparkling jewels. Lost in wonder and delight.

I Count the Stars, that plays upon the mountaintops, then takes to the night, bruising strokes of wonder across the sky.

Flickering before my eyes, when the phases of night gently arise.

At times when the world may appear to be cold, and love seems to be slipping away, that I may have no one to hold.

To make a request, that the love between you and I, will progress in a special way. As though it may.

As to insure that our affection, for one another will remain sunny and bright.

By which our hearts can be enticed, by only true love before the early light.

To somehow ease my infatuation of you, before the morning come with skies of blue.

When I awaken outright, as I dream of you,

I Count the Stars.

The ones that escapes the waves of darkness, steals away with diamonds of light, then zooms across the stillness of night.

That swiftly passes me by, streaking before the visions of my eyes, from on high, afar and wide.

Lingering above the darken sky, as my arms reaches out for the moment in which you might arrive.

Then they quietly drifts away, before the coming of day. Gathering on the lighter side of darkness.

How high they would rise, above the silky clouds drifting over head, perhaps as you lie in bed.

Gently to fall, ricocheting of the darkening walls, leaving behind sparks falling by the wayside.

Especially the ones, that has been splashed by the evening sun, when the day was done.

As the night sky unravels its shining beauty, with an illuminated image of you fixated within my mind.

I Count the Stars a thousand times, for the love of you. Before the dawning of the morning’s dew.

As the celestial bodies arises, painting the night with colors of light.

Gather if you may, on a soft summer day, when the night began to evolve.

Bringing a show of lovely display, upon the darken sky, with splendor, for your eyes.

I Count the Stars

WHISPERS IN YOUR EYES

I can see the Whispers In Your Eyes. Softly calling out my name, expressing sentiments of love when you began to smile.

Sending vibes through the calmness of the air, of pondering thoughts to compare.

Of words your lips may wish to say, if you would take leave, and speak to me in the traditional way.

Although you choose to remain silent, I can still feel the vibes, of the Whispers In Your Eyes. Only one look, was all it took.

Revealing the gentle words I’ve heard you say before, that I must learn to love you more.

Whispers In Your Eyes, as the days of summer lingers before the autumn blue skies,

and when the sunset fades into the shades of red, to journey throughout the ends of day, as it goes reeling along the way.

Whispering eyes of the things your lips had already said. When you engaged in pillow talk, upon the softness of your bed.

Words that cannot be in disguise, of phrases that your heart can’t deny.

Exposed deep down from the tenderness of your soul. Telling gripping tales, of love and betrayal.

And of the gentleness that your heart could feel, when love was alive, and true romance was viable and real.

Whispers In Your Eyes, reminiscent of days gone by, as to the romance you thought would never die.

As it would take you by surprise, when trying to hold back the tears from your eyes.

Speaking of the time, when you reluctantly decided to share your love,

with someone you thought you knew. Turned out to be a defeating idea.

Clinging to a promise that did not pan out, as being sincere, left you sad and blue. Nothing left to do, for the love of you.

As I gazed into your whispering eyes, which were conveying the notion of how you would began to feel.

For the one, who vowed to show you the method in living for success, to have fun, be at your very best.

Nevertheless he failed to be there for you, after the romancing was done.

I can see the Whispers In Your Eyes, expressing the sentiment that you apologize.

Conveying remorse for the harsh things you used to do, giving the impression that I come back to you.

The same words my ears would hear you say, during the passing of yesterday.

Words that in the end, would never die, but stay alive. Words that would bring the two of us back together again.

Whispers In Your Eyes

FALCONS OF

                    THE SUN

The mountains were high, nearly grazing the sky, where a mother falcon would build her nests.

She would weave two different kinds of nests, one for the morning, and one for the evening,

following the afternoon. When the divisions of the day began to bloom.

For the morning she would build the first nest on the Eastside, of the mountain facing the rising sun.

Then during the passing of the afternoon, she would build a second nest on the Westside, of the mountain where the river runs wild.

High up on a cliff, toward the pyramid of the setting sun. before the day was done.

This distinctive behavior by the mother falcon was in direct relation between the falcons and the sun.

During the time when these baby falcons had just learned to spread their wings and fly.

The sun played a significant part in the development of their lives, and continued to do so, as far as anyone claims to know.

On a daily basis they would draw strength from the sun, as the sunrays kept their bodies at a precise temperature, that they may survive, whether sunset or sunrise.

And without this life giving source that they received from the sun, they would have died.

There are many kinds of falcons that exist around the world. But these particular birds were known as the,

Falcons of the Sun. Virtually because of their dependence upon the big red ball of fire.

Many had been killed by hunters, diseases, and other unknown factors, and for these birds staying alive had not been easy.

Then there were only a few of these unique and rare birds left, they were almost extinct,

had been put on the endangered species list. Some folks had insist.

There was a man who studied, and cared for the falcons. He referred to himself as the Keeper of the Birds,

but virtually he would only lookout for the falcons, in tune with their lifestyle he concurred.

His name was Saylay Duclanzy, and he followed a certain number of these bird wherever they would sojourn, or migrate.

It was early one summer morning, when the air was fresh and clean, where the valleys thrived below the mountains with clear water springs.

There you could see wild flowers scattered about the prairie, and spread across the fields for miles, a lovely site that would take hold of your eyes.

I was on my way to assist Saylay, in the capture of three baby falcons, and also the mother of those baby chicks.

Saylay, who had appointed himself as Keeper of the Birds, and three other fellows, including myself, had taken a boat rid up near the mountains.

We had came to put markers on the birds, and a gold band on a leg of each one of them.

Then as Saylay and I, was hiking partway up one side of the mountains,

We noticed four falcons flying in the winds, above our heads as we watched from a ledge, just around the end of a bend.

These were the Falcons of the Sun, hunters of the sky, with wings that spread wide. Drenched by the early morning light.

They were gradually soaring back and forth, above our heads, awash by the soft sunshine as nature had designed.

Then suddenly, we heard five gunshots ring out. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!Pow! The birds started to scatter and fall from the air.

Our eyes could see one of the baby chicks, and the mother falcon stumble down, as they dropped out of the sky, and there they died. Their bodies crushed into the dust of the ground.

Suddenly we noticed three men making their way out to the fallen birds. We hid away, since they had guns, and we had no time to run.

Two of the baby chicks managed to get away and go into hiding. We made our way back down the mountainside and across the rough terrain.

Then in a short period of time Saylay, and myself were walking through the valley of gulls.

When we spotted the two baby falcons that had survived the gunshots. They were hiding in the underbrush.

One was slightly injured, perhaps by a pellet that came from a shotgun blasts.

That had taken the lives of the other two falcons, and only two of the four birds, that once flew above our heads were still alive.

We picked them up and brought them along, and when they were given a clean bill of health.

We tagged them, and placed a band of gold on each of their right legs, to establish an identity to be shown.

We named one of the falcons Turbow, and the other Platow. Then I brought them home.

I had a live in girlfriend whose name was Kaylar.

We were planning on getting married someday,

but until then we decided to live together and do things our way.

She adored the two young falcons I had brought home, and we all would get along.

So we raise the birds on our own. They flourished and grew strong. We thought raising them would be fun, after all they were the Falcons of the Sun.

That had been kissed by the morning sunrise, and touched by the sunset that holds the flaming torch of their lives, high up in the sky.

Soon they grew large, fluffy and colorful. Their body length was 24-inches or more. With long pointed wings that opened wide as they soared.

They grew long tail feathers that would whip from side-to-side, anytime they would climb the sky. Take to their wings and fly.

They had developed sharp beaks with a hook, and powerful feet with sharp claws that could rip your head off.

I had taken the birds down to the seashore early one Friday morning. Where they got a taste of the fresh morning air,

and their eyes caught the first glimpse of the morning light, as they would take flight.

They were handsome birds of prey, as I watch them fly back and forth amid the morning sun, two lovely birds at play.

But out there away from the seashore the tide was about to turn.

Then after the falcons flew in, and perched themselves atop a wooden fence.

Near the facilities that did business at the edge of the boat ramps, and near the docks. I just for a moment,

entered a facility to conducted a few personal affairs, as the birds paused from the air.

Then when I returned to the docks, the falcons were gone, as if they had disappeared right into the atmosphere, and it hadn’t been very long.

I was stunned and could not believe my eyes. Then

before long I was advised, by the police department that someone had came forward,

and reported that a man by the name of Benquin Hackingbee. Claimed that the falcons belongs to him, and that he had taken possession of them.

The officer informed me that Hackingbee a dreadful falconry. A person that buy, sell, and train falcons to hunt, had came from a long generations of pirates.

Then I learned that Hackingbee had sail away on yesterday, and that he was known as a shrew hustler, I once heard someone say.

Also I had been told that he owned and trained falcons, and other types of birds for his illegal falconry enterprise. In which he also bought and sold rare coins of silver and gold.

When he brought the young falcons to this tropical land, he taught them how to hunt and steal, and carryout their job with precision and skill.

Trained them how to seek out the best targets to prey upon, when heeding his commands. Spot vendors who buy and sell expensive coins of gold.

How to use their speed to get inside quickly, take the gold coins, without getting harmed.

To make the birds fearless, violent, and mean. He used a syringe to inject them with a secret mind altering drug.

That would keep them on a deceptive course, in which he conceived as a last minute resource.

So they would adhere to his demands, as he would have them understand, anything to carryout his most devious plan.

As days passed, my friend Saylay and I would take a boat and journey across the Atlantic Ocean, to a place called Bird Island, in a quest to rescue the falcons.

We had received information that this is where the man who went by the name of Benquin Hackingbee, would be doing his business.

Our mission was to bring the birds back to the Skull Peak mountains, somewhere northeast of the border, of South Dakota, where they were born, and knew as their home.

When we set sail the dark clouds spread over the sea as if a veil of black oil, and appeared to be