Sometimes,
The stars rain,
With a brilliance,
Of light,

And the rain,
glows,
With a compassion,
Of honey,
Like that summer firefly,
And lovely ballerina dancer,

Like how someone,
Understands,
Your love,
for vineyard rain, wine,
And honey,
Though,
Not much of anything,
Makes sense,
These solemn evenings,

The stars glow,
The way they do,
With a tender warmth,
And innate love,
And the moonlight,
Caresses,
The seashells,
fireflies, dancers, and doves
Reynaldo Casison