She has wandered,
from blue moon to rose moon,
To sit in the vibrant beauty,
Of stillness
Her naked breasts,
A palette of honey,
And Voluptuous simplicities,
Her skirt,
Decorative,
as a sublime dream
Like the evenings,
And the Mediterrean sea,
Her Gypsy beauty,
Is a Vibrancy that will dance,
And sing forever,
Through the haze,
In the stillnesses of gaze
Reynaldo Casison