Evening nostalgia,
Embraces the verandas,
Kissed with Midnight queens,
The lakeshore waters,
Shimmer with quietude,
Serene with its mallards,
And irises,

She sips her wine,
Dreaming of vineyards,
In the blissful solemnity,
And tranquilities,
Of moonlight,

You remember her,
With her lavendar bow,
So lovely in her hair,

She has a new modern chic,
Dress on,
And you cherish her,
In her vintage one,
That irises grew to love,

You love her still,
With her chic modern dress,
Caressing her body,
Though in the evening nostalgia,
She still has a lavendar bow,
So lovely in her hair
Reynaldo Casison