A haiku, a dancer, and a song

 

I wrote a haiku,

To express the myriad charms,

and abundance of her Beauty,

In the chill of winter,

So she could feel,

a tenderness,

of,

warmth,

and

Sweetly comforted,

It expanded into a surreal,

free verse reverie,

Like a dream that unwinded,

from fountain to a paradise of shore,

Then it became a gregarious,

love poem,

and ode to her sweet rhythms,

and longings,

and the poem changed,

the way she changes dresses,

And the moonlight kisses the waves,

And it became like a dress,

she and any flamenco,

or cabaret dancer can wear,

To dream and dance within,

and if she wanted it to be a song,

the poem would kiss,

caress, and sigh to her,

Upon her surreal hammock,

Feel the waves,

And gaze at the stars and moon,

gaze within,

and your Beauty,

In a shimmering dress,

may be hymning and dancing,

like a love song

Reynaldo Casison