It was kissed from one lovely lady,
To another,
The enchanted shimmers of the Moon,
The evenings swayed from hem to hem,
Swayed sweet as the mango vineyards,
From the exotic waves,
Hymns glimmered,
within their tender,
And sensuous souls,
With the mango wind,
The moonlight dressed the waves,
And their ethereal love,
As the Nightingales sighed like jazz,
Within the mango trees,
And the Moon like an iris bloomed,
With luminous petals,

When they lounged upon their veranda,
From many crescent evenings,
Upon the exotic shore,
They felt how waves shimmer,
How the moonlight sweetly kissed,
Its flowing curvatures,
And like the seashells,
Along the shore,
They felt how stillness can shimmer,
And glisten with love,
With the moonlights diamond kisses,
Within their souls and the exotic waves,
They felt it all, from the starry nights sky,
They had no gems besides,
The seashells and the luminous diamonds,
Shimmering, within the waves,
The nightingales sighs that sway,
Within the mango trees,
And their ethereal love that hymns,
With the sweet shimmers of waves,
The tender bonfires,
and,
luminous moonlight
Reynaldo Casison