The lovely ladies felt the Shimmers,
of the waves,
within the tender gardens of their Souls,
The nostalgic Present,
that evening to evening,
swept through their hair,
like their longings,
It caresses them,
with sweet sanctities of love,

So they can love themselves sweeter,
Sway all the more gently and sensuously,
And lounge within the enchantments,
of stillnesses,
And one crescent evening,
Like the waves to the exotic shore,
Their solitudes soothed,
with their ethereal love,

So with the Shimmers of the waves,
They glow on,
as the Moon kisses upon the waves,
The past and the future, like a jazz duet,
Within their lovely souls,
within the infinite waves,
Within the Nostalgic Present
Reynaldo Casison