Its sweet to feel the warmth,
of your Beauty,
In the chill Night, my sublime dove,
awake with the nightowls,
In the dream of Night,
While I elucidate the honey,
symphony of the evenings rain,
Glimmering, in the plaza fountains,
and the deep Summers of your hair,

Moondrenched,
The flowers of your Love, sway tenderly,
Like a cabaret,
Through our Solitudes gardens,
and your svelte body undresses,
and dresses itself in their lake rhythms,
soaring without flying,
caressing our Love, and its wings dreams,

Lounging, you shall be that sublime dove,
Sweet delight of the morning light,
from the shores exotic in the Night,
The crescents and longings,
from where our rhythms caress,

Something dances, in the ever candleglow,
Of your Beautys kisses and love,
While the sighs of the Moon,
caresses its dancing and still stars,
With its majestic and loving radiance
Reynaldo Casison