Another Midnight
Winter Glistening
With Starry Fountains
The Clouds Drift
Like Graceful Ballerinas
Exotic, White, And Pure As Snow,
The Sky Is Exquisite
Like A Van Gogh Painting I Painted
When The Summer
Honeysuckles Were Young
My Teacher Who Was Really Into Art
And Impressionism
Especially Matisse And Van Gogh,
Said Keep Painting,
While A Young Lady
Wept Like A Summer Fountain,
Those Tears Have Long Faded,
While She May Be A Fine Wine Waterfall,
In Midnight Reverie,
It Seems I\'ve Been Painting Forever
In Words, Evening Rain,
Rhymes And Sighs,
Longing For Some Sweet Love,
And A Cool Sultry Dove,
To Soothe And Rhyme With Everything,
The VineYard Stars,
The Luminous Rose Moon,
And
Even The Midnights
Candles And Clouds
Reynaldo Casison