My love is short yet tall
With sweet evenings stars gaze
While shes exoticly still
Cigarette in her svelte fingers
Wineglass firmly withIn her palm
Her rose dress is the blush
Of her cheeks
Adorable as a banquet of jazzy geeks
Her beauty like candle sighs that speaks
Loving kindness
My love is short and voluptuous
With  tender Compassions
Her brunnette hair flows
Like an exquisite waterfall glows
To the vineyard hymns of her *******
Where sunshine and moonlight
Deeply and sweetly waltzes
While we daydream gaze withIn gaze
Honey soothe of balm

Reynaldo Casison

Midnight stars
Luminous and fair
Moonlight waltzes in their hair

Reynaldo Casison

There once was a martian from Mars
Named Alfț'drônþopo'gorgg'glìån'nars:
     He constructed a spaceship
     And went on a spacetrip
To the farthest, most alien stars.

j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
qui échappe mes mains,
mais reste en mes yeux,
j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
ces fantômes qui me moquent,
leur distance plus grande que je peux imaginer,
j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
qui danse en soirée,
et parle avec le soleil et la lune,
et je sais que c'est une folie, ce souhait,
mais j'aimerais manger les étoiles.

I stare at stars waiting patiently,
For it to come to me as it blinks,
Through My eyes which is humid,
I wait in the dry wind.
I stood up tired , as I wait the
Clouds to be  cleared , and the stars
It Hid,
I want the stars again to shine
And the moon to dwell the sky as it
Caress it , all I do now is longing for
Peace that bestowed once upon me !

Starry night
Even the stars still dream
Of Irises Sunflowers and van gogh

Reynaldo Casison

Even without any diamonds
Her beauty still sparkles
Like every evening star
In the heavenly diamond skies
While her tears
Tender and sweet with honey
With Loves candles sighs

The moonlight beams
Through the gypsy clouds
And within the rose silhouettes
Of love
While her beauty sings sweet
Like the midnights rain
and sultry tender doves
Surreal like sunflowers
And irises dreams
Refreshened shall the flowers be
That are weary with cares
For us the golden rose moonlight
Pours sweet with exotic romance
Loves champagne

Reynaldo Casison

Space is – vast
Space is – the un-ending,
the entire universe,
the great expanse,
the entirety of creation… which is bigger than a person can even wrap their head around. Not only that, but…
Space is – expanding. It’s getting bigger? We’re getting further away from the aliens we haven’t even met yet. BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO FAR AWAY. Or maybe we have met, but WE don’t know. Not the entire royal WE, just the WE that in the illuminati.
SO –
Space is – eternally far away, yet eternity is getting farther awayer.
Space is – the final frontier

Space is – genuinely terrifying. We’re stuck on this giant rock that is ABSOLUTELY rotating INCREDIBLY FAST, and – DID YOU KNOW – we don’t just go around the sun in a nice circle… the sun is orbiting a giant black hole… and WE just kind of follow that in a spiral.
Space is – distressing, at the very least.
Space is – vast
Space is – beautiful… isn’t it? I mean when you get past the fear, you can see those dust clouds. Nebulas they’re called. Where stars are created. A star that has such gravity that it slams all the little rocks nearby into each other until they become planets.
Space is – the birthplace of life
Space is – the site of creation
Space is - where you look at the stars and God smiles back at you. Boasting, but not arrogance, just pride. A father proud of his creations. Where pieces fit together in a perfectly precise vastness.
Space is – breathtaking

Spring evening
Rose stars are blushing
With our love

Reynaldo Casison