By the waxen candle shore,
In her rose blouse,
And iris skirt,
She is exquisite,
as she can be,
Her ballerina legs,
Lounges by the pier,
Empty of morning rain,
My ballerina lady by the shore,
Makes the clouds melt away,
Her long brunnette hair,
Honey for the waves,
and,
chill and warm winds,
My ballerina lady,
exquisitely serene,
in the vintage and vibrant light
Reynaldo Casison