I have longed for all the clouds
to drift away
And not Caress our Vineyard moon
Through the midnight blue
WithIn the hips of June
Have gazed my painterly gaze
at the mist of their gypsy dresses
From our loves shore
With the heavenly
and pretty evening stars
That diamond sparkle to adore
While It seems they were doing
Their exotic chores
Until the Moonlight waltzed
With their Sweet rain
And Love became Champagne
And perhaps theres still
something pretty silly
And exquisite
In longing for sweet romance
With Rose Jazz melodies
that
like Moonlit rain
Sweetly sings and dance
Reynaldo Casison