Wings of the evening moon

Wings of the evening moon

The caterpillars of her brows,

Kissed of Summer song,

soars in Winter den,

Like a zen butterfly,

To the Moon's bright,

warmth,

And caress

Bliss in her song,

Bliss in her Solace,

Bliss in its warm serenades,

In a cold world,

Be its warmth, be its love

Bliss in her solemn dress,

Bliss in your love,

Bliss in her beams

The caterpillars of her brows,

Dreams into a summer butterfly

The moonlight dreams,

Into a solacing butterfly,

Kissing her and our brows,

With it's loving, warm wings

Bliss in the noon,

And the damp evenings,

And the infinite songs,

And wings of the moon

Reynaldo Casison