Tears of the Midnight Sun: Last Night for Romance

By Leroy Hewitt Jr.

TEARS OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN, is the eighth book written by LEROY HEWITT, JR. Among the other books written by him, includes a number of top sellers, such as: Mystic Eyes of Twilight, Jewels of the Red Dawn, Captured in Mystery, and True Persuasion.

This wonderful book, Tears of the Midnight Sun. Is just as exciting, and captivating as the previous books written by LeRoy Hewitt, Jr. Taking you into a fascinating world of adventure. Expressed through explosive short stories, and gripping story poems as never before.

Revealed in poetic format, based in part on real life situations. Intertwined, and blending with factual and fictional events that will set your mind aglow. With tales of love, mystery, crime, and betrayal. Whereby some of the names have been changed for reason of privacy.

Once you read this exceptional book, or any other written by LeRoy. It can stimulate the magic in your imagination, as if sweet music for your mind. Putting you center stage for enchanting moments of excitement and intrigue.

If you like being at the center of attention, to feel the excitement as you read. This is the book you must own, that makes reading so much fun for everyone. The book that gives to you, TEARS OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Mar 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781491791011

Leroy Hewitt Jr.

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

Book preview

SPRING HEARTS

Spring Hearts, as they leaps spryly from their cocoons, and blossom as an array of wild flowers. Having fun, soaking up the sun.

Stargazing and embracing. When dreams began to bloom, as colorful rays taken from a full moon.

Into a world of sights and sounds, of sparkling music and merry-go-rounds.

Hearts bursting with joy in the season of young love, as stars that shines from the skies above.

The age of innocence, in moments under the sun. searching for a chance of finding that special someone.

To have and to hold, before the days are long, and the nights grows cold.

Spring Hearts, trading kisses in the dark, and wishing upon the brightest stars. Igniting romantic sparks between a girl and boy.

Whose hearts are filled with innocence, tender as a baby dove, with wishes to fall in love.

Clinging to colorful dreams, that eyes have never seen. As waters that flows out of sight, moving swiftly down stream.

Searching for the kind of love that mesmerize, and absorb all the passion you have to give.

Burning love, the kind you can feel, full of sunshine, can stand the test of time.

Love of a thousand kisses, the kind you misses if ever denied. That tantalizes,

and fulfill your romantic desires. As never before, more than you can ever know.

Just a touch of love, of someone you never knew. Can take roots and grow, refreshed by the early morning dew.

But to play the game of love, one must realize. That someone will win, and someone stands to lose.

As with the new born baby cubs, right from the start, they get to pick and choose.

Spring Hearts

CRAZY IN LOVE

Chasing after dreams that plays within my head, as they sometimes do.

When I would arise out of a restless night, from my bed. My pillows wet with perspiration,

as my face drains of sweat. Feeling the warmth of a sudden sensation, of love anticipation.

Hypnotized by that look in your eyes. Started running for miles, as if a lone wolf breaking through the forest of the wild.

When a bad moon began to rise, as I went howling at the twinkling stars above.

Crazy in Love.

For you, there is nothing I won't do, you with the loveliness of a doll.

I would search for a way to conquer the planet of Jupiter, perhaps conjure up a way to reach the planet of Mars.

Sweet as the taste of honey, give you all my money, whenever you come a running.

See your face at sunrise, reflecting the brightness of your smile, the whole day through.

Crazy in Love with you.

Can't shake loose from these silly ways of mine, or the manner in which I behave, whenever I see your face.

Gone insane, simple and plain. As my love for you keeps me doing strange and wicked things.

Got me trying to climb the walls, whenever I hear the sound of a love call, can't make sense of it all.

Do anything for you, whatever you ask me too, under the skies of blue. Spellbound by your kisses and hugs, Crazy in Love.

Gone astray, searching for the love of you, each and everyday. On the prowl, hear me howl, as if a beast in the wild, looking for its prey.

By this thing I feel for you, keeps me falling head over hills, for a kind of love I never knew.

Howling at the moon when you are gone, breaking all the rules, just to have you near me.

As you string me along.

Obsessed and dispossessed, by the strange things you do to me.

Devoid of all common sense, living in a world deed down in suspense.

Living on the razor's edge, visiting the late nights.

Gazing into the starry lights,

that hangs from the skies above, yearning for your kisses and hugs.

Calling out your name, pretending that you are near. Hoping that somehow, you will magically appear.

Crazy in Love

WELCOME TO MY DREAM

Welcome to My Dream, on a star struck night. Whereas you are the loveliest gal my eyes have ever seen.

Where things are not always as they appear, or as they sometime seems.

Where the eagles fly high, to the ends of the bluest skies, when dragons comes alive.

Where I am king, and you are queen. As our love affair plays out on a movie screen.

With kisses and hugs, a splendid routine, that flourishes with the magic of a love scene.

Where the stars twist and turns into pearls of light, and the moon sparkles with prisms of perfect jewels.

That reaches across the face of night.

Blending with the brightest stars.

As diamonds in the sky, a lovely display of spectrum for the eye. Painting moments of wonder and delight.

Where love blossoms with the colors from the rainbow, whether it be night, or it be day.

Ignited by the flames that spirals from the evening sun, giving harmonies of life to the Milky Way. After the evening is done.

Where springtime never ceased, and children play with the wild beasts.

Where colorful song birds put on a show. Perched atop the branches of a maple tree, for your eyes to see.

Whistling love tunes, made sweet by the magic of the honeybee.

Welcome to My Dream, when we will take wings and fly to the furthest stars above.

Dance to the music that has never been heard, and fall in love over and over again. Where romance never comes to an ends.

Take a romantic cruise, whenever we please. Where the air is fresh and clean.

Climb the highest mountain that oversees the rivers and streams. Sail the deepest sea, in the invisible world of a fantasy.

"Welcome to

My Dream"

LADY AND THE PEACOCK

It was during spring bloom, down and around northeast Louisiana. When the morning would unfold quite soon.

As the bright sunny rays had been awaken, and would began to expand across the face of day, radiating waves of a soft display.

Then their came the city bus, that was finally on it way. When you could see a woman running to catch the rapid transit.

Her name was Fefee Lady Tarey, as she was carrying a large peacock within her arms, in which she called the bird Pete.

Whereas at anytime he would eat snails, frogs, or grain. Whatever its stomach could contain, simple and plain.

When the bus pulled into the boarding area, and made a stop to pickup passengers. As the woman began to climb aboard, carrying her peacock.

Lady! I've told you once! And I've told you twice! That you cannot bring that bird onto this bus, declared the bus driver. Now I am trying to be nice, said he.

Ok! Thank you, the woman replied, as she back away.

"I don't have to ride this old bus, she would say, as she began to fuss.

I'll just wait for the next one," she would grumble to herself, in a low tone of voice, so that no one else could hear. Such as those who were standing near.

Then when the next bus arrived she quickly climbed aboard, with the peacock tucked underneath her dress.

As if she was pregnant with child, wearing a great big smile, when paying her fare, displaying a behavior that seem to be quite rare.

She would then disembark from the rapid transit vehicle at the edge of town, long before the sun would go down.

Where a farmers market was being held, in the streets of the city. Where folks would often just hang around.

Where fruits and vegetables were being sold, and the streets were known to be mean and cold.

One-on-one games were played, when folks tried to win a little extra cash, to boost up their stash. With eyes for a quick deal, in a strange kind of atmosphere.

However, when the woman was getting off the bus, the ends of the bird's tail feathers began to show,

from beneath the bottom edge of her dress. Right before the bus driver's eyes, he was struck by surprise.

She would walk away in a hurry, then go and rent one of the booths inside the farmers market. That had been setup, for the vendors who were the main targets.

Where she would showcase the peacock, and display a sign that read. Count the bold spots on the peacock, bet five, and win ten, let the game began.

Whereas the participants were challenged to count the correct number of bold spots.

That appeared on the peacock's colorful tail feathers. Within a time limit of sixty seconds.

As the bird would parade slowly around, in front of the participants. Spreading its train into a gorgeous fan,

raising it high, and spreading its tails feathers wide. When the bold spots appeared to be as prying eyes.

Where a five dollar bet would get you ten, if you win, before the end of the allotted time. Seeming to be a trick, too quick for the mind.

Perhaps too puzzled for the eye, since the peacock was said to be slick and sly, by the spectators that were standing close by.

Accusing Lady of running a scam, swindling them out of their dough, as she had done sometimes ago.

I will take a chance, said one of the men that stood and watched, as he stepped forward. Presenting himself to be clear and precise.

Then Lady took his bet, bets up, she yelled. Five to win, will get you ten. If you think that you are brave enough, to take a chance, any woman or man.

She then placed the peacock upon the runway, as she was wearing velvet gloves upon her hands. When making ready, for the man to take the chance.

When she would rub the right side of the peacock purplish-blue underbelly. With her left hand, part of a drawn-out plan.

Then there! The colorful bird would then raise its elegant tail feathers high, spreading them wide, as they protruded from its back.

That the bold spots on the fanned out feathers could be counted, whereas the number must be exact.

Of the total amount of spots on the peacock's tail, extending from its back.

When the peacock was being showcased, strutting its stuff around. Up and down the runway, putting on a lovely display.

Suddenly one of the participants yelled out. Hold it a second, the man would say. I cannot get a good count of all the bold spots, because the thing keeps moving around.

He is not a thing sir, he is a peacock, and your time is up, the woman said. What's your count of the bold spots? She asked.

I don't know! the man yelled. The bird kept moving around, and would not be still, and settle down.

Oh, come now! Be for real! Lady replied as she waited nearby. What's your answer?

One hundred three, were all the spots my eyes could see, the man would reply.

Wrong number! You lose, said Lady. As some of the onlookers were amazed, and others were quite amused.

Next victim, she called out. Who will be next? Then up stepped another man, betting five for ten.

That he could count all the bold spots accurately, as they appeared on the tail feathers of the peacock.

Then when the man would attempt to count the total amount of bold spots. As the peacock would raise its tail feathers high, and spread them wide.

Where the bold spots would appear as prying eyes, in disguise, that he may win, five for ten.

Before the event would come to an end, when no one would win. Whereby some of the participants became suspicious.

They contended that the spots on the tail feathers that were made bright. Appeared to flicker with a glimmer of light. Distorting their eyesight.

When they demanded that the bird be made to standstill, that none of the spots be concealed. That the spots on the tail could be counted without fail.

Then it would put to rest, the doubt, of all those who had went wondering about, that they were not bamboozled.

Suddenly the peacock raised its tail feathers one more time. Only this time it would be a different phase, with a change of pace.

Lady would rub the left side of the bird's underbelly, with her right hand, as she wore her velvet groves. focusing on the outline of her plan.

Then there! The men were unable to count the correct amount of bold spots at anytime, and it began messing with their minds.

However, during another venture, Lady and the Peacock, would make their way out to the state fair.

Where she would run a different type of con game. As some of the people would allege, when the fair was setup down by the river's edge.

As some folks would contend that she was a unique kind of ma'am, running a drawn-out scam.

Where she would put the peacock on display, claiming that the bird had been known to lay golden eggs, some folks once said.

When she would conduct a