My love,
Did we dream our love,
Into being,
Or is our love dreaming,

It rained this evening,
While we were both napping,
Was even the rain dreaming,
Of some pretty flowers,

The eclipse has come and gone,
Like the moon,
So many things,
Waxing and waning,
And even the waves,
Are dreaming themselves,
To some comfort,
Of shore,

My love,
Your beauty,
Dreams,
Our moon,
Its rain, waves,
And flowers
Reynaldo Casison