I wrote a haiku,
To express the myriad charms,
and abundance of her Beauty,
In the chill of winter,
So she could feel,
a tenderness,
of,
warmth,
and
Sweetly comforted,
It expanded into a surreal,
free verse reverie,
Like a dream that unwinded,
from fountain to a paradise of shore,
Then it became a gregarious,
love poem,
and ode to her sweet rhythms,
and longings,
and the poem changed,
the way she changes dresses,
And the moonlight kisses the waves,
And it became like a dress,
she and any flamenco,
or cabaret dancer can wear,
To dream and dance within,
and if she wanted it to be a song,
the poem would kiss,
caress, and sigh to her,
Upon her surreal hammock,
Feel the waves,
And gaze at the stars and moon,
gaze within,
and your Beauty,
In a shimmering dress,
may be hymning and dancing,
like a love song
Reynaldo Casison