When you tend your Garden

When you tend your Garden,

the hair of your Longings,

shall unwind for a Bouquet,

 

When you Dream your Love,

Your Love shall Awaken,

In Moonlit robes,

 

When you Become,

like an Evening lake,

All the Stars are yours,

With its wild and Mellow flowers,

 

When you Shed a tear,

With your Cares,

You bloom a Pretty flower,

For the Garden of your Bliss,

 

When you laugh,

A Vineyard Nightingale sighs,

For its Carefree youth,

 

When you Sway,

The Stillness gazes,

with its loving Caress,

 

When you Sigh,

An exquisite Tenderness,

Waltzes like Midnights,

 

When you Become a Golden moon,

Our Love shall drink all its Moonlight

Reynaldo Casison