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?

In the startling silence of black night.
The ancient stars sweetly whine
with the weight of countless wishes.
Secret desires succeed in shine,
burning with the chance for fruition.
Of those that longed with daily battle cries.
To end torments that the sun brightly denied.

And when the day arrives wearing heaven's blue.
Never forget, strength has a voice too.
Star beaming out of you.

Often, I yearn for the visitor of my destiny to come, I am often astray in myself at how he will ask, “doesn’t the scent of the night’s cool air after rain feel entrancing with jazz music?,  I walk upon the grass as the moth heralds it’s sudden appearance before vanishing, I envision him in my mind’s eye arriving gentler than velvet wings before myself in the meadow of white flowers carrying the stars lustre, they behold their floral gaze upon us, the two mortals who cradle each other in their arms as he softly speaks to my ear, “oh songbird, hold the music box of my soul dear, it plays the notes of my heart for you” to which I would remain calm, for I could not find my voice to return his treasure of symphonies, I would linger in this phantasm, though for now I am savoring the sun’s first light over the verdant heights.

The stars that once graced the nights,
Now seemed lifeless and forgotten;
For my hands stained with crimson,
Dripped with the imperceptible reverie
Of long gone, triumphant feelings.

As much as this is a gift,
It is a curse all the same.
Speaking in the tongue of thought,
I seem to think it all,
And I want to speak it all.

Although I wish each time a star passes by,
I still lay silent.
Stolen from my chance to speak,
Is there a way to say this where it'll be heard,
All of it, not just the gems.

if all of the pieces fell into place could we make it through time and through space?
if everything aligned in the sky like we deserved, could it end up being you and I?
if not.... hold me one more time, tell me that in another universe there's a perfect you and I.
kiss me slowly like we have all the time in the world, like when we first fell in love.
I know all we did was try, but some would say it's better this way.
everything was gone in a blink of an eye.
and I guess it just wasn't mean to be you and I.
not in this life, it's not the right time....