Evening hymn

The Evening was hymning to us,

With its Stars of daydream,

They say that Natural beauty,

is Pretty rare these days,

Yet even without your Sultry makeup,

Shimmering gowns,

and your hair like Honey waterfalls,

Your unique Beauty sighs,

Natural as waves,

Kissing the Sanctities of shore,

Ethereal,

with its compassionate Moonlight,

That caresses the Nostalgia of piers,

and the Vineyards romance,

The evening hymns,

With the natural Moonlight,

of your Beauty,

and,

Within the Golden coves,

of Midnight Solitude,

Your tender warm Soul,

Becomes damp like the Evening rain,

And the Natural uniqueness,

Of your Beauty,

Lounges like Pretty waves,

The lakeshore irises,

Majestic in the wind,

the Salsa roses,

Swaying,

to,

Sweet stillness

Reynaldo Casison