There is another rhythm,
to her loveliness,
Many evenings,
Sweet tempos,
and tender crescendos,
Like August,
upon a Mediterreanean shore,
Another rhythm to her Beauty,
Another splendor to her charm,
And another sigh of adoration,
With the Nightingales,
Artisans of the Midnight swoon,
The gems, gowns, candles,
and hymns,
That firmly and gently caress,
As they kiss and dazzle,
Within the soul,
Ethereal,
Sparkle of stars,
within exotic waves,
Jazz,
of sweet mango melodies,
Another rhythm to her Beauty,
Like the enchanted,
and serene,
gallop of stillnesses,
Within mellow,
and,
vibrant vineyards
Reynaldo Casison