Within evening,
and midnight robes,
She gazes to the harbor moon,
To feel,
Her sweet Silohuette,
Within,
Its luminous dreams,
Waltzing,
and swaying,
Amidst the Jazzy stars,
Her curvatures like her champagnes,
Deep and soothing kisses,
That carry the warm glow of waves,
And the tender sighs,
of nightingales,
Her brow,
like the glide,
Of seagulls,
Within the lavendar sunsets,
Caresses with love,
When she lights the candle solace,
of her Silohuettes,
ethereal,
Enchanted,
And tender,
velvet rhythms,
Even the seashells,
Can feel its fine wine compassions,
and romance,
Within,
the warm and gentle gallop,
of the vineyards caress,
And,
along the shimmering shore
Reynaldo Casison