Mix not your tears,
With mine, my love,
For we'll have a lovely garden,
Of irises,
and sunflowers,
Wild and serene,
From our moonlights rain,

Something enchanting,
And ethereal,
To soothe the pain,
That hymn with petals,
Tender and sweet,

Even the nightingales,
Within our love,
Can sigh and dream,
while the midnight candles,
Sweet glow,
Drifts,
Like butterflies,
Upon the petals,
Of our translucent islands
Reynaldo Casison