Nightowls,
awake in the rose dream,
Of the Luminous moon,
The shores are exotic,
With Mooncaressed waves,
Her hair is like a river,
Of mesmerizing stars,
The circadian rhythms,
Of your sweet wings,
Awake in the dream,
Of her Beauty,
That embrace the sensual jazz,
and tender warmths,
Of Solitudes,
And Nightingale songs,
Candlelit are the lighthouses,
Of your evening and midnights,
Shedding clouds and tears,
For the exotic and sublime doves,
Within the love of the Moon,
Moonbeams,
In her harmonica kisses,
Nightowl with moonbeams,
upon her voluptuous breast,
Attuned to the delights,
Of her winged, sultry brows,
How fortunate your wings,
To dance and relax,
Within the surreal salsa,
of her Solitude,
With your Golden gaze,
You caress,
splendors,
Golden leaves, gardens,
And cherry blossoms,
In Autumn and Summer fountains,
Winter and spring lakes,
Strewn with mesmerizing stars,
I would love to gown you,
In unique and exquisite,
Moonbeam robes,
I would love to love you,
For the tenderness,
And honey,
Of your Starry devotions
Reynaldo Casison