dancer upon a hammock

Evening snow in the plaza,

a flamenco dancer,

Chills upon a hammock,

 

There hasn't been alot of sun,

in the middle of winter,

She was a beautiful dancer,

Like alot of dancers,

With flowing hair, dreams, and hips,

Riding the waves of their bliss,

longing for some shore,

to bask and unwind,

 

Well there she was away from it all,

Chilling upon a hammock,

Sipping on some wine,

Under a mediterreanean moon,

 

The beautiful flamenco dancer,

Sighed to herself,

I'll just lounge here,

I'll just lounge here in paradise,

with the palm trees,

and waves,

I'd love to chill on the shore,

With the seashells,

and glistening

waves forever,

While the snow melts off the fountains,

 

The nightingales were gazing,

at the snow kissed fountains,

As the beautiful flamenco dancer,

was gazing at the moon kissed waves,

 

She was loving its exotic splendor,

She herself was an enchanting gem,

when she swayed,

she could captivate any gaze,

and like wine fill it with dreams,

 

The waves were rejuvenating,

to her earth worn spirit,

And as she lounged upon her

hammock,

She missed the magic,

Of how she felt dancing,

It didnt feel like work to her,

since she loved it,

 

She missed the way,

her hem swayed like a sunflower field,

She felt beautiful,

when her rhythms danced,

She felt beautiful like the shore,

she was lounging upon,

with the seashells,

on her sweet hammock,

That felt like her flamenco dress,

As she lounged,

and vivaciously dreamed,

With the symphony of waves,

And moonlight,

flowing through her hair,

like fine wine

Reynaldo Casison