The exotic moon

 

There is exotic tenderness,

In the Luminosity of its fountain

The same exotic moon,

Marilyn danced under,

And her willow hem,

ethereally sighed,

Its the same exotic moon,

Penelope salsas under,

With the charm of her magical beauty,

The same exotic moon is your gypsy,

It's long melodious hair dresses,

Modernity with nostalgia

Gaze in stillness like you're dancing,

With it's beauties

That same exotic moon,

Through lonely nights,

It's your Lighthouse

Reynaldo Casison