So many waves wash upon the shore,
To warm and cool the drifters,
The gypsies, and seashells,
With its soothing hymns,

The robes of the moon caressed us,
From our flowing hair to our heels,
We brunched upon croissants,
Even through the chill evenings,

The way the exotic brunnette hums,
croissants,
is like the enchanted and generous,
accent of the waves,
And her golden hair friend and lover,
Sashays with the accent of sunflowers,
Lovely and warm,
The robes of the moonlight caresses,
And loosens,
Our cares,

We swayed like candles,
In the lighthouse,
alone with our solitudes,
Silhouettes,
of flamenco dancers in the plaza,
Painted the noon and midnight melodies,
The waves kissing the shore,
Seemed to be sighing ole, ole,
As we danced,
simply and ornate as their dresses,

The shore is a sanctuary we journey to,
when we can,
With its open waves,
Luminous and exotic,
and for those who long,
to feel its rejuvenate embraces,
We caressed our own sighs,
with those waves that shimmer,
it was the robes of the moon,
That kept and keeps,
our love aglow
Reynaldo Casison