The lovely ladies,
Are wandering,
The quaint avenues,

The streetlamps,
Are candlit lanterns,
Hymning,
Through the darkness,

The golden haired lady,
Is in a retro modern dress,
With abstract shiny flowers,
The exotic brunnette,
Is in a leather jacket,
And nice pastel skirt,
And there they are,
Hand in hand,
Wandering,
The quaint avenues,
Enjoying its breeze,
and quaintness,

They wander,
Into a zen garden,
Adorned,
With lotus and iris flowers,
And their long lost friend,
Buddha,
The scuplture, is golden,
With a benevolence,
Of serenity,
And the garden,
Is aglow,
With,
the lovely ladies kind warmth,
They kiss the buddha,
Their hair flows,
Sweet from their mascara brows,
And caress,
As they shed blissful tears,
Like autumn leaves,
The evening moonlight,
Lit with their love,
In the streetlamps,
Ethereal,
Lantern hymn
Reynaldo Casison