Early morning melodies

 

Early morning melodies,

Caresses her within a dream,

Her Beauty is comforting,

and innately sweet,

For she has waited for the rarities,

Of Rain,

Like flowers lounging,

in Spring gardens,

Naturally akin to its Music,

abreast to its rhythms,

 

Her Beauty a honey fountain,

In a garden of exquisite flowers,

Mesmerizing waves and Souls,

Her soothing blue eyes,

Pretty as Sunset lakes,

Blushing for the kiss of evening stars,

The way she blushes like a Salsa rose,

As an ingenue and virtuoso,

Changing chords, caressing melodies,

Like seasons,

and passionate dancers,

change their dresses,

 

My sweet gregarious love,

We drifted like firefly canoes,

In the Midnight moon,

Aching for some kind of soothe,

We have felt our uniqueness,

Of Rain and its honey,

Gifting its kisses for us,

Like balm,

And your Beauty,

is a tender and melodious kiss,

Infinite and Ethereal,

So hymn lovingly sweet to me,

Save for me your exquisiteness,

With its comforting love,

For I would give you a flower,

For your Beautys bouquet

Reynaldo Casison