Wings of the evening moon
The caterpillars of her brows,
Kissed of Summer song,
soars in Winter den,
Like a zen butterfly,
To the Moon\'s bright,
warmth,
And caress
Bliss in her song,
Bliss in her Solace,
Bliss in its warm serenades,
In a cold world,
Be its warmth, be its love
Bliss in her solemn dress,
Bliss in your love,
Bliss in her beams
The caterpillars of her brows,
Dreams into a summer butterfly
The moonlight dreams,
Into a solacing butterfly,
Kissing her and our brows,
With it\'s loving, warm wings
Bliss in the noon,
And the damp evenings,
And the infinite songs,
And wings of the moon
Reynaldo Casison