A crescent moon
Is like the coolest banana
It somehow remains mellow
While things are blue
And flowers are exotic
For heavens they reach for you

A crescent moon
Is like the jazz of a ballerinas hips
The way it sweetly dips
For our blank gaze and our love
While things are cold
Her luminous beauty is bold
With heavens and its stars
That sparkle for me and you

Reynaldo Casison