maybe the stars aligned for us that day,
or maybe they didn't
but the moon cast its beauty onto you
and i was struck by your glowing face,
those luminous eyes sparkling up at me.
oh moon-child,
silver son,
darling boy,
you are my blessing from the heavens above.

I would be glad as the midnight rain
Upon the Spring flowers
Blooming WithIn
The diamond gaze
Of fine wine stars
For her Sweet Love
to be forever mine
Therefore I weep to sigh
Like the exotic flowers
With the Golden rose moon
In the Heavenly sky
Their Love is forever mine
and
Sublime

Reynaldo Casison

And the child cursed the sun
For killing the moon and stars

I wait every night to see you rise
your moonlight is a surprise

sometimes you're a crescent shape
my sight you escaped
but you're going through a phase

The moonlight
Lounges
Upon the petals of the rose hem
          and gaze

The same rainkissed melodies
Honey variations
Like rainbow roses
In the bouquets of your hair

We make them our own
Thats what maples
and Love would do
With its roses
and Sunflowers of longing
Through the midnight blue

Love within the mist
      of the spring air

The stars are glistening
At the depth
    of your Loves
   Iris Voluptuousness

Sometimes the Moonlight
Waltzes there
Where midnights
have become
Rose candle mornings

Reynaldo Casison

Candle moon
Upon the verandas of fountains
And our love
Quiet beauty of midnight stars
With the sunflowers and roses
Sighing
Moonlit Iris hymns

Reynaldo Casison

It is Spring and it is Midnight
with your love my sweet exotic dove

A kind of rose candlelight
Kisses sweetly within the April sky
The mapled moon caresses
The hour with its honey gold

These are the moonbeams
Where our love serenades
One another
This sweet brilliance
That transcends the seasons
and oceans apart
When our love waltzes
WithIn our hearts
The heavenly moonlit waves
straddle and salsa
To reminiscent golden shores

One jazz sway of your Cabaret hips
One sweet kiss of your Iris gaze
Makes you surreal
Like paint upon canvas
Rose gold moon
WithIn our Love
WithIn vineyard sky

Sweet exotic *****
Your singing makes one weep
Windswept sorrows and joys
And even the stars seem asleep
And awake in dream

You waltz like a fine wine groove
While the rose gypsies
Lounge and bloom
as sweetly as they can be

And The moonlight is all ours
Luminous sassy demure fountain
Of love serenades and dreams
Seven candles
Seven brilliant midnight stars
To light with our gaze and love
While the sunflowers sway
And bow
WithIn the maple breeze

Reynaldo Casison

We met in coincidences—
Once in angst staring at the moon
Twice in silence glaring at the sun
Thrice under colored skies pretending not to watch.

Each time,
the universe held its breath.
Each time,
we let go too soon.

There were years between our names.
Other hands. Other homes.
Hearts that tried to forget
what never really left.

But I’ve learned—
what isn’t meant for you
will fight to leave.
And what is
will find its way back,
no map,
no warning,
just a pull.

So even if we part again,
even if time forgets our faces—
I’ll know:

'You are the return.
You are the thing that stays.'
Indefinitely


Erennwrites