Lake bosom, canopy of moon

What lakes are as warm,

As your breasts,

Under canopy of moon

Their exotic and surreal,

Elegance,

Their voluptuous,

Kindness,

Caresses the lakes,

Glistening stars,

To the enrapturing shores,

Of your love and Beauty

They dance,

Through the symphonies,

Of lush rain,

With their gentle bonfires,

Of translucent rhythms

They sigh,

Like sonatas and candles,

With their sweet compassions,

So lovely, the Roses and irises,

Relax with passion,

Under canopy of moon,

Their petals,

Upon your sweet velvet hills

Reynaldo Casison