I Gazed within my Love
While The Evening Moon
Was Crescent,
Why is it so hard to Be in the Present,
A gift of Nostalgia And Reveries,
Wistful as any Flower
That Sways in Stillness
And Dreams With moonlight,
Nothing much compares
With The Romantic beauty of the Moon,
I seem to love her in all its phases,
Like the mystique of a woman
With all her personas,
Like the Petals of a Rose,
The Sunflowers Sweet laughter
In The Jazz Breeze,
The Candles Golden sighs
Waltz Sweet
Luminous moon
In my Loves Stillness
And
Your Dreamy and Exotic Repose

Reynaldo Casison