Raindrops kiss the earth,
he sits beneath the grey sky—
eyes still on the stars.

Clouds hide every light,
but he whispers to the dark,
“Maybe one will fall.”

Storms can’t shake his faith—
even meteors seem far,
but he waits, and waits.

The world says, “Give up.”
He only tightens his grip—
hope like fire inside.

Rain or stars above,
he believes in miracles—
even if they burn.


Erennwrites

Kissed with her sweet
luminous beauty
Heavenly Stars light her candles
With their own diamond love
Fine wine gazes
Tenderly ablaze
Upon the rose hem
of midnight moon
Pouring its exotic gold
And romance like rain
Upon the blossoming flowers

Reynaldo Casison

Your gaze
Uncorks the champagne
Of the heavenly evening stars
Kisses them sweetly
with deeper
And sweeter romance
Sparkles
and polishes
the forever diamonds
Of Our love
Reinvents another voluptuous sky
For its candles sighs

Reynaldo Casison

Under the hush of midnight’s breath,
she walks—umbrella in hand,
not for the rain,
but to hold back the weight
of a thousand watching stars.

Constellations whisper
stories of love stitched in light,
but none are hers.
They shimmer like promises
just out of reach,
their glow a quiet ache.

Her heart, a silent ember,
burns beneath the ribs’ cage—
never flickering,
never fading,
only waiting.

She is flame wrapped in longing,
guarded not by stars,
nor shelter of hands—
but by solace,
the only canopy
that keeps her whole.

And still, she burns—
not wildly,
but patiently,
for the one soul
who'll one day walk
through galaxies
just to meet her


Erennwrites

Infinitesimal,
we stand beneath the sun
of a gargantuan world.

Heart is born in a locked cage of bone.
Prisoner to it's rabid desire not to be alone.
Love is the crux in what feels like emotional infinities of searching.
Pure unconditional love annihilates doubt's obsessive lurking.

Grains we are, yet with heart's that extend so vast and far.
Reading sacred eternity in the shimmering language of the stars.
For every yearn, the epic answer is love.

The night was dressed to astound.
The moon wore a billowing black gown.
Festooned in silver beads.
To coincide with the glitter of my needs.
You trace, like a whisper, your fingers down my naked spine.
The bind,
for my soul's story.
Trail my moonlit land of flesh with starborn kisses.
Make me a constellation of blisses.
Admist the tugs, twists and swerves of colliding destinies.
Tonight we deviate fate in euphoric glory.
and let the tangle of our lips forever be.

The evening maple trees
Are so Still with so much swaying

The evening stars
Are so pretty and chill
With so much love to be sparkling
WithIn the roses blush,
With the sunflowers sweet laughter
The lillies with the sillies
The irises with their modest beauty
Loves own shy and exquisite gaze

And any flower you happen
To fancy and love sweetly ablaze
Any accent shall do
When it is felt that I love you

The Evening maples
are so chill
And still
with so much Rose swaying

Reynaldo Casison

unleash all creativity.
as we watch them go by,
and dream beneath their beam.

A star, one so bright,
glimmers on the sky.
i see each and everyone,
Their light never dies.

So beautiful, the stars together,
they shine so bright,
it leaves me in awe.
They soothe me with their light.

Each spark is a quiet promise,
a secret from afar.
They guide the hearts that wonder.
no matter where they are.

The Silence of Stars

Stars don’t burn, they just fade.
They’re not lights, they’re holes—
Torn bits of the sky,
Tucked away in the night
So no one sees them rot.

People speak of them like gods,
But they’re just frozen screams—
Unheard, long-dead screams
That once thought they could reach somewhere,
But never made it.

You stare at them, thinking you’re looking at hope.
But all you're seeing is dust,
A reminder of something that
Was never truly alive to begin with.
They died before they had a chance to matter.

The silence they leave?
That’s all we ever get.
It’s the same silence you feel
In the pit of your chest
When the world falls away and
You’re left with just yourself,
Empty, staring at empty.

Stars are just lies dressed in light—
A final cruelty,
Making you believe something
That was never real.
                                                                ­                            -Salvatore

Does a star really burn in the sky?
Or do they simply work till they die?