Nightingale within Evening caress

The Evening hymns,

With a Nightingales song,

Its Crescendos dulcet as Honey,

Its Rhythms dancing,

With Sweet longings,

Somewhere there are Gypsy women,

In their Ballerina Vineyard,

With Voluptuous romance,

in their Bosom,

And Love like diamonds,

Sparkling in the Stars,

Somewhere there are Drifters,

With Ballerina women,

Lounging upon the Shore,

With the Sunset wind serenading,

Their hair and Love,

Somewhere like a Lighthouse,

There are Candles that long to be lit,

Like a Nightingale hymning,

WithIn Evening caress,

Somewhere there are Sweet women,

Exquisite as Velvet,

Dancing in the Moonlights dress,

And an Evening Nightingale,

Hymns with the Sweetest,

dulcet Rhythms,

With the Soothe of Luminous moon,

Reminiscent of my Love,

for her and them,

The Evening wind,

Waltzing,

With the Moonlit Wings of its Song,

And,

her Flamenco hem

Reynaldo Casison