Between their veranda garden,
And the exotic shore,
Vista vineyards,
Sways to a sweet stillness,
The nightingale lofts and mango trees,
Lavendar sunsets,
and starry,
midnight candles,
And dawns,
The lovely ladies,
The golden haired lady,
And her exotic brunnette,
friend and lover,
Damp sighs,
warm tender souls, and seashells,
All glisten as sweet and lovely,
As they can be,
With the drifters and gypsies,
Letting it all be,

The hymns are felt,
Within the love,
Of our souls,
With the shimmer,
And soothe of waves,
Comfort of sweet reveries,
With the warm blush of moon,
Kisses with luminous glow,
And the waves honey flow,
Them all,
like the irises and sunflowers,
The lovely ladies,
Short yet tall
Reynaldo Casison