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moonbeams shimmers
Within
The salsa ballerina waves as they waltz
Steady as they flow, diamonds stars aglow
To our loves lighthouse shore

Reynaldo Casison
jewel Mar 11
those shadows under your weary eyes
that change with every passing night;
line them like dreary curtains, hiding your many plights.
your head still plays that one tune;
and your shadows are like the dark side of the moon.

never the same, as if it were night in a field of rye --
accompanied by the pearly lights of the midnight sky.
the inky blackness of your conscious hemorrhage,
drenched in freezing waters, against the depths of your memory begin to effleurage.

which at once creates a hazy fog in your great ocean,
too still and opaque to make a single motion;
and those dark, glimmering eyes open with the golden sunrise;
warm and blooming, syrupy and glaze

swirling with auburn and chocolate haze.
i can never forget, and i will never regret.
you speak, you ramble; you and your cares;
and you breathe, breathing a mist into the cold air.

you wake, from your slumber in that freezing past,
stuck behind that window pane of shattered glass.
i love both of you; you and your other half --
the reason i break out in a severe laugh.
the dark side of your moon --

the sliver of light that breaking through.
your heavy-lidded awkwardness, a
shy smile, as you grip your coffee -
this winter chill in your bones, your meek and quiet authority.

the rose blooms in your face, when you quicken your pace.
the other is teeming with vigor. he is filled with a profound rigor;
eventually he will intrude,

forced to pay for his life through servitude.
he wakes in the dead of night to do what he believes is right;
he wraps himself in white armor, becoming the knight.
with crimson on his hands and
plum bruises on his knuckles, he retreats,

and so the hectic process repeats.
his trauma heals and dawn arrives,
and the other wakes up, believing the muddled disguise.
you lose track of your sleep, the days, the time;
your pain, the month, your mind.

your insomnia grows at your windowpane,
like a flowering *** of healthy nightshade.
and your crinkled, dusty flat,
along with your wrinkled kitchen mat;
is perfect for a lazy evening chat.

and though you may undergo many changes,
i will still love you and your many phases.
copyrighted, poemsbyjewel (2025).
While the clouds drift on by
The candles sighs
with new loves Serenades

Her sweet gaze deepened
Our love within me,
And
The moon with its all pretty stars
and flowers
Blush sparkle and sigh for us
Her eyelashes like the hymns
Of sublime vines
within a mango midnight vineyard

Reynaldo Casison
She waltzes like an evening dream
Her beauty sweet and surreal,
And the present is a crescent
Exotic gypsies
With their honey
Midnight Fireflies rhythms
and ice cream,

With them and Sweet heavenly moons
And fine wine stars
We belong, wave within wave
Petal within petal
Candles sighs within sighs
Caress within Caress
To soothe our weariness
The bouquets shimmering
Like moonlit waves
Are the flowers of nostalgia
and sweet romance caressing
Gaze with love
And the stars flowers and waves
Are
a luminous cabaret

Reynaldo Casison
The moon is caressed
With the luminous rose robe
Of our love
Kissed with the diamonds
Of heavenly stars up above
We gaze and Their sparkle although afar
Are intimate as midnights vineyards

Where nightingales
And exotic women waltz
With rose serenades
And even the gypsy clouds
Are on parade

The sublime vines
Crescent cabaret hips and roses
Exquisite sway is at home
Within the moonlit stillness

And leaves us with the candles sighs
Of our love, with its rugged vulnerabilities and sunflowers
While Infinities blushes
With its diamonds,
stars and flowers sweet affinities

Reynaldo Casison
The moon
Flowers in phases
Our Love within

Reynaldo Casison
Unloosening her robe
With one flourish
Her hair
like the moon
a honey bun

Reynaldo Casison
Shofi Ahmed Mar 11
Light upon the light
High atop the high
Let the lucky brow
Paradise shines
May your most beautiful eyes
Cast a glance!

Let it light up  
A candle in front of the mirror.  
Ah, wild glimpses—  
Ultimately nuanced,  
An enduring treasure,  
Eternity in shadow,  
Gently showing up.  

Dear, the buzz is all in bloom.  
Without one, nothing is whole.  
The sun scrolls down in sizzling gold,  
Never derailing, never sliding back,  
Looping into the shrouded night.  
The color is half full, half light,  
Hues reflecting a zillion stars.  

Time moves in discovery,  
Ever burning the midnight oil—  
The humble moon,  
Lingering beneath your midnight-black locks.  
The color, the fire—will it be the first to spot  
Your veiled face, the true morning rose?
Spring evenings
The mallards by the lakeshore
Mellow as the moon is golden yellow

Reynaldo Casison
The evening moon
Up there
Has never been square

Reynaldo Casison
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