Upon a Sunset pier
there Is a Sweet company
Of Exquisite ballerinas
The Sun Is a Tangerine spotlight
That walzes
upon the wanderlust kisses
Of waves to Caress
Their graceful Beauty
A Swanlike ballerina
Is In Exotic repose
En pointe
The wisps of Illuminated clouds
Are Reflective as wings
While the kind and warm crescendos
of her arms and dancer legs
Salsas Fluidly as the honey
of the Sunkissed waves
And even the Golden silence
Seems to casually and elegantly sing
Its Unique Jazz
Sailboats are moored by the dock
Still as diamonds and dreaming stars
The supreme majesty of lake
A Surreal mirror
of Sky maples and pines
All around them the waves
Caress with sighs
And Serenities with Its sweet velvet
Is felt WithIn
With their tonic and gin
In their Modest Iris tutus
of black and white
The bohemian ballerinas
Side by side gaze withIn gaze
The Colors and hues
Of their Love seems to vibrantly glide
Like the Seagulls wings that dance
With the Romance of the Sunset lake
And Even their Heavenly Silhouettes
Are Pretty and fine as Rose petals
Segue of Evening
And the Calm Lull of Sunflowers
The Evening moon Shall waltz
With Its Vineyard of stars
Sweet enough
And The Ballerinas exotic beauty remains
Surreal like reveries
On the point
Of hips and gaze
With every kiss that sparkles
like champagne
Caress of Stars tenderly ablaze
Reynaldo Casison