Turn out the lights
catch the night’s bequest

Train your eyes on the horizon
sunrise is approaching

Notice how blue is shading
from deep to pale

There are no shadows
Cast by the moon
Hiding behind the clouds

Sounds reverberate from
an airplane drifting
to a landing

Morning’s quiet
regains the stage

Until a Robin chirps
a wake-up call

Sunrise is approaching
advancing from east to west
lighting the sky

Rocks whiten to become obvious
against the pallid grass of winter
robbed of nutrition by the cold of January

No orb announces today
the sun is rising, although hidden
behind dense condensation

The orange orb of the sun
will not flood the skyline

The fever of night
has become the pale of the day

You swept away the winter clouds
It took quite awhile
But ya indeed have style about you
All ballerina poise
you stretch
Beyond the blue

Spring flowers
Reminisce with the melodies
Of Rain

Somewhere Picasso
Is still painting
In the way her love is still dancing
Romance strewn like moonlight
Upon the golden shore

Reynaldo Casison

A wandering soul, so lost, so wide,
Drifting through shadows where dreams reside.
For ages it wandered, through time and through space,
Seeking the moon, its soft silver grace.

One day it found, in a small stream’s glow,
A reflection of the moon, a light to bestow.
It wept in silence, the tears soft and deep,
For the love it had lost, for the promises it couldn't keep.

The willow tree sighed, its branches low,
The soul sat beneath, where the cool winds blow.
"I've loved the moon," it whispered, "for eons untold,
But I’m trapped on Earth, bound by a cold hold."

"Why must I remain in this world so dark,
While the moon shines above, like a dream, a spark?"
The willow wept softly, its leaves fell away,
As the soul, in silence, longed for the day.

It gazed at the moon, its heart filled with grace,
But forever imprisoned in the Earth's embrace.
A soul with no home, no body, no name,
Only a love that would never be the same.

Her bronze foggy haunted light
was the splendor of a winter night.
Seen through a black lace of branches.
ornamented with the corpse's of berries.
Stirred my heart with the dark side of merry.
The sky was in a utero of magic
behind it's bedazzled dilated moon.
Fetal snowflakes will be born
in the infant hours, of a dead cold dawn.
Come silent storm,
I already am your willing pawn.

The very essence of fluorescence
Taunts that which I can never see
From a self that I could never again be
Once unafraid and unfettered -
Catching its radiance under umbral canopies
Bathing in the healing rays like a soothing salve.

..How foreign now…

As I stare into the dark indigo shroud
Lit by the pallid mistress,
Curvaceously enticing the howls from wolves
Who, like me, chases to find a cure to hunger
Driving in the very black veins,
Longing to feel a pulse or beat -
While time retreats and like a clock I repeat
Casual flings tapped into ripened vines
An honored host, I spill not a drop of their precious wine
And when the light dithers, I can feel the life wither

…Will I never love another?…

The nights are endless,
The stars wane to a dull twinkle
An endless charade paraded with feigning smiles,
Immortality is purgatory, as all the sins compound
And though the dozens enumerate the years
I see only you, lost in the distance.

…Will you ever forgive me?….

Midnight moonlight
She waves her guitar
Like a wand
Sweet and
Warm melodies

Reynaldo Casison