A light shines so bright from the sky
Crashing down to earth, it explodes
Butterflies in my stomach, no, it's a rose

Growing until it reaches the heart
When it grew it turns into an art
I can't believe I am staring an art for free
A masterpiece that speaks of love and poetry

I was once a lost boy
Couldn't find joy
When you came, it all flipped
My heart beat, skipped

You are so beautiful
It can turn darkness to colorful
Like the sun that gives light
And the stars that shines the night

Everywhere I go, it reminds me of you
A mile away, what a view
Her voice is like birds chirping
I told you, my heart beat skipped, now it's working

I risk everything just to see you
Cause my sky rains but you paint it blue

Across how many times
In you, it only rhymes
Memories of us remains
Eternally, it locks with chains
Everlasting, I will keep all these pain

Today you turned up washed,
Almost if a wave passed through the sheets of your bed.
Your hair is a mess,
As you etch a careful drawing in pen.
Careful to not miss a mark,
There's no erasing it,
Or anything you've done.

I long to be Loved by You
You and just you
Just as you are
My midnight star
Whose Beauty sings sweet like the rain

I long to be Loved by You
Loved Sweet by You
Sweet and True
Beyond All the Blue
You know how much I love you
And your exotic rose sway,
For not just sundays
But
Forever and a day

I long to Be Loved by You
Like Poets long to write poems
And Songs
How together we belong
How together our love always belongs

I long to Be Loved by you
Like waves long for the  Heavenly shore,
And flowers long for the Summers
sweet rain
I long for you to pour Your Loves
Dear Honey and Champagne

I Long to Be loved by you
I Long to be Always loved by you
For All Ive known Is
my sweet love
for you

Reynaldo Casison

She sways with a Beauty Exotic
Sweet as a Luminous and modest moon,
Roses of her unique sweet inkling
Dress our love And the gardens of June

Nightingales and candles sing
With her sweet romance,
In the isles of meant to sweetly love
As much as to adore
And the Moon is moved with Our love
To Sensuously waltz and Kindly dance

One Rose kiss of the gaze,
Sets our loves candles tenderly ablaze
One Generous Sway of the crescent coves
Of her jazz ballerina hips
Sets the moonlight and salsa waves
In sweet sweet motion
To Soothingly kiss
With poignant dear caresses,
Our love to Heavenly moonlit shores

And upon the deep vibrancies
And sweet cinema of her loving *******,
And within the Honey
of her Smoky mascara brow,
and Chopin nocturne cascades
Of her pretty rose waterfall soul,
A grace so exquisite and sweet,
a kindness so kissed
With rare enchantments,
A modesty so sultry, mellow, and wanton,
Compassions, tender warmths
Well caressed
With its alms, and with our loves
sweet rain
Exquisite flowers,
and
heavenly rose balms

Reynaldo Casison

The gypsy snow clouds are dressing
The Starry night Van gogh midnight sky
As Moonblessed waves cruise
To Sweet Caress of luminous shores
the Sunflowers and roses
Heads and hips
are in the gypsy petalled clouds
While their sighs
Are in the fine wine vineyards
Of our love

And her Exotic beauty is strewn
With the modest honey of the Golden
Rose moon a cool Spring month
before the Summers Sultry June

A Spring firefly and a Summer rose
Is the panarama view of her exquisite beauty modest as any iris lounging
Sweet upon a moonlit Heavenly shore,
An exotic garden of heavenly
and earthy delights
A woman who is naturally
sweet to adore
When so much of the rains
Melodies and sonnets sweet labor
Seems increduously wasted
Her enchanting charms are a keeper
While more or less we are great sleepers
In a procession of sweet sorrows
And sweet bliss

She could be the modest belle of exotic splendor in any Summer
and evening parade
or shimmering ball
A Compassionate sway with a unique
Kind beauty to Love forever a day,
Beyond the rose kiss of a gaze
And the blue that both weeps and soothes
With equal depths and caresses
She can cry
and make ones gregarious love sigh
She can laugh and make candles cry,
All in the same span,
Like nightingale wings
Caresses vineyard breezes,

Shes a pretty pretty kind of wonderful,
Sweet Penelope with Compassionate
Exotic sways,
Within and Without
And
The Moon is all
golden rose splendors
of
Sweet Loving rays
To be with her
sweetly loved and cherished

Reynaldo Casison

You made it through the day
Feeling some kind of way
To The Caress of Another Evening moon
Who knew that daydreams
Have such rainbow wings,
The Stars for our love
they Sweetly sing
She sways like the sweetest rose
WithIn the Exotic vineyard
A Salsa ballerina so fine
Her Love And her Beauty
With its fine wine is there for you

And its Another Exquisite
Evening Moon,
Another Exquisite Evening Moon,
Pouring with the Stars
And our Loves champagne,

Crescent, blue, Full,
Luminous, Rose,
And Golden
Another Evening moon
Its Another Evening Moon
Pouring its Exotic Romance
Within her honey tresses
And the sublime vines

She seems from out of this world,
Shes that exotic honey fine
And uniquely kind,
Shes our Love
And melodies Moonlit waterfalls

Its Another Evening moon
Another Evening moon
For our love to caress like roses
To sweetly bloom,
Another Evening moon
Its Another Evening moon
With the Crescent present of You
Another Evening moon
To sweetly adore And tenderly love you

Reynaldo Casison

The moon dreams
Upon the rose petals
And her crescent hips

They've felt the same
Weary wanderlust blues
and Sweet soothing jazz

The exotic gypsies have all the fun
Under the moonlight and sun

Montage a luminous blur

Sometimes even love is a costume,
At least it sways sweet in the Moonlight,

As long as it sways, the stillness
Shall have no qualms,
It can sway out of any gown,
And dance and prance
With Everybody and Noone around
To its own exquisite sounds

Sighs of Candelebras vintage as wine
Shimmers of salsa waves modern
As a blank canvas and gaze
Love in the plein air
Somewhere artists and revelers
Are popping the corks
Off of Vibrancies champagne bottles

Like neo bohemians in love
With the retro and enchanted rain

Painters are painting with the gaze
Of their palms, enough dust on our souls,
More kisses candle caresses starry mist
and ofcourse more petals to bloom

Still life Still Loves that stays
At least within sweet reveries

Petals and Costumes
Lovers and Romantics
Vantage of the moon is a  golden rose
Bouquet and Jazz cabaret

The diamonds and stars are glistening
For a sweeter luminous shore

Reynaldo Casison

Evening by Evening
Blue Midnights
WithIn Rose Midnights
She's more like Picasso
And Surreal as Moonbeams
With Tamborines that Shimmer
Like Waves, Doves that like Candles Sigh
Ballerinas that like Summer Roses Sway,
For a Love forever and a day
And Sunflowers whose petals
Like Nightingale wings and jazz dreams
Sweet WithIn the VineYards
Of the heart
I've Loved her from the very start
She loves to Be the Art
Her Beauty is more than it seems

Reynaldo Casison

Artist to Muse

I've been in a Daze
While Your Beauty
is Sweetly ablaze
Like Bonfires Upon the Luminous shore
And Vineyard Stars in the Night Sky

If I Love You
More Than I Love myself
Will you make up the difference

I've been loving you
More than I've been loving myself,
Even The Moon glows in phases

Muse to Artist

I've been loving you
As much as I've been loving myself,
And I've had many lovers
As Gardens are Strewn with flowers
Yet I with the Moonlight
Sing Uniquely for you
I'll love you through the blue
Even The Roses Blushes with Our Sighs

Artist and Muse

WithIn Caresses and Melodies
Our Love Sweetly dreams

We are both Artist and Muse
Like Shimmers upon the Shore
Honey WithIn the Breeze
And
With The Rain I Love Nourish And Adore

Reynaldo Casison

Don't really know what I'm feeling
I'm probably feeling too much
Don't know why I feel so lonely
When every day I get your touch
Don't know why I feel numb
Numbing is a strategy
Thoughts these day get so tough
Having a heavy melody

Destiny of our souls?
Where is it written, show me,
My mind is desperate to know,
Where all this is gonna lead me
I am not ready yet
To give up on every dream
I know I keep steady
In times like these
I'm moving slowly

But with connected hearts
Art is not a real choice
It's a remedy
The only place that restores
My inner voice and my integrity

Does that mean I lack authenticity?
Maybe, out of necessity?
Maybe it's my conditioned brain,
Always wired to simply be afraid.
I've let confusion lead the way
In many of my decisions,
I've let anxiety lead me astray,
Make me lose goals and precision.

Now I am here and typing
Words in my phone from
The heart.
And I rejuvenate my core,
Feeling it's warmth,
Health being restored,
Every tiny step counts...

There's no way this depression
Will feed itself off of me.