Lavendar sunset,
The sun goes down,
And the moon rises,
With your longings,
And all its stars,

The vineyard,
Is a ballet of vines,
In the bright evening wind,
And dark, bright sky,

She danced,
In its lustrous lanes,
Its dopamine high,
Left her,
with impressionistic dreams,
reminiscent of a Matisse collage,
That caressed her,
With a new jazzy dress,
And it shimmered,
To the pretty gardens,
Beyond the vineyard,

In the vineyard,
And her flowing dress,
Her one infinite kiss,
Was to give with generosities,
Her love, sweet beauty,
And enchanting passion,
She gave and gives herself,
To those evening winds,
Like a mango,
In those sweet vineyards
Reynaldo Casison