Before I sashayed with you, darling,
Everything was misty,
I waltzed through the avenues,
Desolate with the streetlamps,
And the sunflower fields,
With flowers that were too lovely,
For my palette and senses,

I swayed in lofts,
with Solitude,
As my candle,
Even in the throb of crowds,
And festivals,
The jazz of its music was my companion,

Upon the evening lakeshores,
I would gaze at the Crescent moon,
With a hymn for another Crescent,
Within the tender coves of my soul,
To soothe the mists,
And Caress my solitude,
with compassion, romance, and love,

The exotic waves,
would murmur and hymn,
with the sweet,
accent of your sighs,

And when the crescents of your Beauty,
Sashayed and swayed with me,
Through the mango vineyard,
And sunflower fields,
The flowers petals,
like the moonkissed waves,
Began to tenderly shimmer,
With a vibrant solace,
and sweet love,
Affinities,
Caressed,
with your plentitude of enchantments
Reynaldo Casison