Her Solitude has become Golden,
Within Midnight caress,
Her Candles waxing her warmth,
Like a Sunset mallard,
Waltzing upon crystalline,
Evening lakes,
The Blush of roses,
Keeps her Love dreaming,
Shes drinking the Moonlight,
That fine wine woman,
All Midnight honey waterfalls,
Sweetly Cascading within her Soul,
Each Crescendo,
a Vineyard nightingale,
The Nightingale longs,
To Transcend eras,
From the Depths within,
Like Evening lakes,
With all the Vast skies stars,
The Nightingales wings,
Is the span of Immortality,
Hymning,
She Longs to waltz,
into the gaze of Matisse,
And be a Ballerina whose Beauty,
Infinitely sways,
in a Calm vibrant Stillness,
She longs to Light,
another Midnight candle,
And feel love,
With a kiss of Forever,
She longs to Duet,
with Sweet melodies gin and tonic,
And like Jazz caress,
an Exquisite woman Carefreely,
Lounging upon a Mediteranean shore,
She longs to unwind,
like an Exotic vineyard,
So others can feel like its Stars,
She longs to feel at Peace,
Amidst Drifters,
With the Crescents,
of her Rhythms,
She longs to Sigh,
like Warm gentle waves,
And Gypsies changing dresses,
And bow for the Moon,
Like a Midnight sunflower,
She longs, Love longs,
Goodness gracious,
Isn\'t it Sublime,
Just to be Fine wine,
For a Nightingale,
Immortality,
is a Vineyard of Now,
Hymning Diamond stars
Reynaldo Casison