The evening is aglow with a full moon,
Within the chill of winter,

The waves journey like seagull wings,
of lavendar sunsets,
The moonlight journeying, dressing them,
in its robes,

The immaterial diamonds of the moon,
shimmering, within our loving solitudes,

Symphony and sanctities hymning,
amidst the vines,
like a melody sweet and deep,
With sparkle and sonatas,

Waves that crescendo like golden leaves,
and hems sweet in the wind,
and kisses the glistening seashells of the shore,

Waves that caress her in the wind,
with nightingales, sensuously like jazz,
and waltzing bonfires,

Their harbor of kisses, glimmer and glow,
Tenderly,
within the lighthouse of the candle wind
Reynaldo Casison