On rainy days and nights,
One cant see the stars,
Through the clouds,
You gaze and gaze, but its so gray,
That you hymn for some moon,
and sunrays,

However when the clouds melt,
Like snow and midnight candles,
And the Sunflower Sun,
and Rose Moon beams,
Your love reawakens like a dream,

The stars are shining again,
Although theyve always been shining,
Since their was canvas of sky,
And gardens of flowers,

The stars seem like champagne,
With lovely gypsies pouring,
Their sparkle and their love,
into the glass and well,
Of our souls,

Some and many gypsies,
Have fine, casual and ornate dresses,
With sparkling necklaces,
For them ever bouquet caresses,

They dance for me,
Sultry and exquisitely,
And we feel the stars,
Intimate and afar,
When they gaze sweet into the Night skies,
Its an exquisite thing to feel,
We have the stars like sparkling diamonds,
For our weary, vibrant, and modest souls
Reynaldo Casison