The moon rose in the blueness,
Of sky,
In the hymn,
Of evening harbor,

Wing in wing,
The nightingales,
Danced,
To the tune,
Of her pretty hem,

We have seen her sway,
Like a fiesta flower,
Through the sunset gaze,
Of a gazebo and its garden,
By the quaint lakeshore,

Moonlight,
With our love,
Dressed her hair,
With the bows and flowers,
Of its sanctuary,

Where has the dove flown,
Through the siesta evening,

Ethereally, Her hem twirls,
In a stillness of love,
Caressing blue,
and rose moons
Reynaldo Casison