While the clouds drift on by
The candles sighs
with new loves Serenades

Her sweet gaze deepened
Our love within me,
And
The moon with its all pretty stars
and flowers
Blush sparkle and sigh for us
Her eyelashes like the hymns
Of sublime vines
within a mango midnight vineyard

Reynaldo Casison

Your love waltzes within
Much Like your Beauty sways
Like a salsa rose
Within an evening vineyard
With vibrant flowers in your hair
That were a sweet bouquet
Of bliss within your palms
And exotic and tender joys
Beautify your being
Like the heavenly moonlight
and rains balm
Upon the Summer flowers

And as long as there is a Sunflower sun
Golden rose moon and maples
There shall still be souls of honey
To soothe the waves and blue

Reynaldo Casison

A field of flower is precious
So precious though it is fragile.
Fragile like the human soul,
It doesn’t take much to make a flower wilt
Even in a garden.


Other flowers lavishly grown around
And yet one or two— despite
Everything wilt as the others soak up the plentiful Water.


With the failure to tend to thy, once precious flowers now are wilted, slowly crumbling though still unnoticed till to late. Crumpled on the ground in sorrow and despair, beauty rose and now fell, only now had been noticed and nothing could tend to those wilted petals

Symphony of love rhythms,
Like candles and flowers,
Sighing, weeping and blushing
Side by side,
Poetry and Songs,
Caressing like friends and lovers
Within sweet melodies,
Blend and waltz of genres
Sunshine moonlight and stars
Within rose serenades
and
sensuous seasons
Heavenly
Moonlit waves to our Loves
Lighthouse shores

Reynaldo Casison

Lets love like a before midnight waltz
Without any qualms

Your beauty sometimes
Feel abstract and surreal,
Yet ethereal and down to earth
Like the Van goghesque irises
Along every summer evening shore
And my love is meant to adore

Something sweetly short
yet exquisitely tall,
Like palm and maple trees
The sunflowers and roses
With their heavenly and exotic poses
Your beauty surreal
And our Love is meant to adore
One another
Like moonlight and waves
Upon the luminous shore

Lets love like midnight candles
That soothes all the blues
Jazz like roses with the morning glories
And
Honey dews

Reynaldo Casison

In every flower
There is a poem
In a garland
There's poetry

Pastel similes
Bright metaphors
Sweet allusions
Quaint allegories

In every flower
There is a poem
For every season
And every day

A song of Spring
A verse of winter -
And all that life
Brings your way.

The moon dreams
Upon the rose petals
Just like it dreams
Upon the hems of evening dresses
And within the melodies
Of moonlit and vineyard lanes

Its the caresses that are like lullabies
And rugged and tender kisses
That reawakens dreams
And sweet bliss
Where even the stillness can salsa
And unwind any way it creams

Love within
The honey coves
Of the soul
Blue iris and rose
And
Everywhere in between

Somewhere her candlelit garden
Sighs like Midnight roses and sunflowers

Reynaldo Casison

Cast forth a handful of these pro seeds;
a promise of potential – hoping the value of
them, proceeds the muck that clings to your spirit.
The filth of your mind you must strain per sieve;
being wise to carry a filter, for all the shadows that
your mind will perceive.

As I'm learning the art of resilience;
refusing to fret whenever life wears me down
– like a flower dressed by the whims of the seasons;
whether you like it out, life is full of these changes.
So gather a bouquet of flowers on top of your head,
to remind you of such a nature, and don them as
a regal crown.

Two crocuses
Have the whole garden
To themselves.

The mousetrap
Is snapped shut
And empty.