I.
The exotic ethereal,
Is the sublime garden,
Where the exotic and ethereal,
Gaze and caress,
Forever in love,


II.
Down to earth,
A heavenly bliss,
Of radiant beauty,
Through the mist,
Of rain and clouds,

III.
The exotic ethereal,
Is a moon,
Caressed within,
The soul of the soul,
The stars are lost,
And then embraced,
In the misty islands,
Of our eyes,

IV.
The exotic ethereal,
Goes on and on,
Beyond the beyond,
As you unwrap,
The gifts of the present,
Like a hem glows,
Ethereally in the wind,

V.
Everyone is dancing,
In stillness and rhythms,
Through the rain,
Caressing its vibrancies,
Of rainbows,
In the drowsiness,
of dreams,
The rains kisses of honey,
Upon the irises petals,
Through the exotic ethereals,
Dark and bright hair,
Warm and damp sunflowers,
Embracing the golden sun,
And luminous moon,

VI.
The exotic ethereal,
Is a kindness,
Giving kisses,
Through gazes,
And bouquets,
The jazz in our blues,
Through the transient,
And infinite days,

VII.
The exotic ethereal,
Is sensual as golden,
And diamond strewn waves,
Dressing the weary,
And vibrant shores,
Like enchantments,
Of their beauty,
It goes on and on
Reynaldo Casison