Waltzing in the rain
Her heavenly exotic beauty
Like an evening vineyard sways

Reynaldo Casison

Your soul shall taste the honey
Of the evening rain and feel her love
And sigh
my love longs
To bloom for her sweet flowing gardens
Aglow with rose moonlight
The vineyard of the sky
Shall be voluptuous with the soothe
Of cherry blossoms sunflowers and roses
And her love shall be warm
With the candles kind fur

And while her Beauty lounges
Like a rainbow with its irises
to a luminous
heavenly shore
Her exotic silhouette with all
Of its loves melodies
Shall still remain always with you

Reynaldo Casison

I love exotic women
Who are lazy as eggs
And Sweet like evening rain

Reynaldo Casison

Oh, immortals of the world
Transcending the sun and cold
In the mellow and warm
to the frigid steelen hard
The flight to the expanse
and your dive to the oceans
Rising up again to the skies
yet leaves no ash behind

The dwelling of leviathans
and of the heavenly ethereal
within reach of your dominance
the mere mortals of the world
the very life of this blue-lit abode
forever tied to your existence

Life begs for mercy
for it dies and lives
both in your absence
and in your presence

Ah to be mellow
As the soothing lakes are blue
Ah to be mellow
As the Evening moon
Is golden yellow
Ah to be mellow
Through the seasons and rain
Ah to be mellow
Like fine wine and champagne
Ah to be mellow
And be
Sweetly in love with you

Reynaldo Casison

You melted the snowflakes of winter
Like we long to melt away our blues
Your silhouette Moonlit and exotic
As the rain in Spain

Do they feel the rain
in the same way there
When it salsas like flamenco dancers
In the sweetly dark and brilliant
Vibrancies of their hair

I cruise within the honey waves
Of your enchanted beauty
With the moonlit silhouettes
In the rain
While stars drink in the stars champagne

If you were somewhere else
Like in a surreal dream
Would one feel the same things
Like the rain sun and moonlight
In a whole different way
Would the flowers
have a different
Sway about them
Would love and songs
Caress one in a whole unique manner
Or would the rain in spain
Always remain in the plain
Just the same
Moonlit silhouettes in the rain

Reynaldo Casison

I shall love you
Until your jazz ballerina thighs
Are liberated from their gypsy fishnets
I shall love you with the rain
And moonlight

I shall gaze at the evening moon
With your love
And heavenly stars above
And caress sweet melodies
Of cool and sultry doves
In the midnights air and candle flair
Surreally alive

Shall enliven the rose silhouettes
And exotic artistry
Of retro and neo bohemian women,
WithIn the romance of moonlight

Their mystique shall be familiar
As ones own tears and sighs
Flowers swaying in the honey breeze

Our Love shall caress
like Spring sunflowers
with its candles serenades
With a thousand and one lifetimes
And their sighs
And We shall emblazon our love Infinitely
Within the luminous hips
Of the golden rose moon

Reynaldo Casison

If the rain did not say it,
Then it is no truth
For sunshine lies,
With it's promise of life in youth.

So I listen to the clouds.

1
On that night, pierced by the sound of rain,
Everything is possible...
When one is washed in cognac,
Drenched in sorrow,
Haunted by the unknown...
And when one refuses to remain a stone.
So why—
Do you consult the coffee cups?
Why—
Do you ask the endless questions?
And why—
Did you come to the sea,
If you fear the journey?

2
Between October and October,
Like the warm sugar flowing from the heart of fruit...
Leave your fate to God, and sleep.
For your ******* come into this world by destiny,
And by destiny, they fade away...

3
Love will come in its time...
So wear your Egyptian caftan.
I now recall the cotton fields of the Delta...
Sit wherever you like,
For the piano concerto
Will erase time,
Erase you,
Erase me,
And erase the burdens we have carried since birth.
Love will come in its time...
And passion will come in its time...
For the piano concerto
Washes all things in camphor and oil,
Melts the ice off the faces of lakes,
Summons strange butterflies,
And brings forth fields anew.
So let things be natural... effortless...
For the piano concerto
Finds its own solutions.
Love will come in its time...
And the piano...
Will call us into its watery chamber,
And I do not know what it will say...

4
Everything is possible...
On that night, pierced by the sound of rain.
Tchaikovsky—
Now passes like a bird through Petersburg’s squares,
Slipping like a green dream from Montparnasse,
Drifting through the memory of roses,
Gathering the yellow leaves of Europe's forests,
Praying in Hagia Sophia,
Weeping in the sacred halls of Najaf,
Between mirrors and golden domes...

5
Everything is possible...
On that night, pierced by the sound of rain.
So wear your Kurdish caftan...
I do not know why—
But I recall Mosul in spring,
The water reeds swaying in the marshes,
The orchards of Al-Rasafa,
And the writings God inscribes
In roses and gold,
Upon the palm fronds of Shatt Al-Arab
At sunset...

6
Good morning, jasmine... are you well?
The piano concerto
Lit the fire for us... then vanished.
Now, I recall the orchards of Al-Rasafa,
The shanashil that line the banks of Al-A’zamiyah,
And the writings God inscribes
In roses and gold,
Upon the palm fronds of Shatt Al-Arab
At sunset...

7
Good morning, jasmine... are you well?
The piano concerto
Lit the fire for us... then vanished.