Vines of mango trees,
like fine fauvist paintings,
Dressing the shore,
Crescent silhouettes,
upon the garden veranda,
Accentuates the light and petals,
The moon a luminous canvas,
of starry dreams,
The vases are empty,
even some cabaret dreams,
To be kissed by moonlight,
Deep and tender stars,
flower sighing to flower,
Sweet waves glistening to waves
Reynaldo Casison