Our solitudes have caressed,
Another sweet evening,
The nightingales sighed with us,
Hip in hip,
While the rose moon blossomed,
Within the gardens,

We have swayed like a reverie,
Upon our veranda,
with the moonlight,
Into the cool embrace,
of vista vineyards,

With our sensuous souls,
within the rose moons silhouette,
Our tenderness with its mists,
kissed the brows,
Of our joys and ever love,

The hymns poured like wine,
From the luminous rim of the moon,
And your hems twirled,
Like an exotic ballerina,
Within our moonkissed gaze,

Ethereally, You drift through the mists,
Where the evenings enchantments dance,
Within the warm shimmers,
of the waves fountains
Reynaldo Casison