The Sublime thing
About fine wine
Is that it doesnt have to be
Just wine although it is nice
To unwind with the evening
It could be anything
That transcends and even soothes
With its Sweet beauty
Like sunsets, exotic kisses jazz caresses,
Loving stanzas women and melodies
Vibrant hues of paintings
We have a Heavenly goddess
Sweet and luminous as a rose moon
And gift for her flowers
of our own love
That become flowers of our love
Like moonlit vines are the vineyards
What could be more Sublime
Than what caresses ones Soul
With its own Love
The flowers of your Loves gaze
sway because they have wept
With the sweet bliss of rain
Laughed with the warm accents
Of Sun
And
Sighed with the rose candles
of
Golden moons
Reynaldo Casison