Warmth of a rose ballerina
Salsa waves
That rather not fight
Feeling the luminous shore
Like jazz and songs

She doesnt mind
How clumsy one may be
They can appreciate her
moonlit grace
All the more

With love she caresses
Every season
Even March opens its drowsy gaze
To her Rose stars
Intimate and afar

Beauty that is what moves us
Rhythms like candles sweetly ablaze

Rain is reminiscent
Of her Beautys honey
Swaying
in the stillness and breeze

The fine wine ones are their own
canopy and vineyard

Feel the roses and sunflowers
Bloom in the irises of moonlight

Reynaldo Casison