Bohemian Lady And Her Garden Poem by Reynaldo Casison

There was a beautiful,
Bohemian lady,
Who loved to tend her garden,
Of irises and sunflowers,
Under the starry night skies,

Her hair was sometimes short,
And oftentimes long,
On days and evenings,
She wanted to feel it swept,
By the love in the wind,

She was beauty,
She was sheer beauty,
Under those golden,
glowing stars,
And like you and me,
She loved and admired van gogh,
Since she first gazed,
At a painting and a night sky,
She loved things,
That made her cry,
From its stunning beauty,
As well as things,
That made her laugh,
And sweetly sigh,

Whenever she tended her garden,
At noon, evening,
And midnights swoon,
The beautiful bohemian lady,
Felt like she could touch,
Every star in the sky,
And with her love,
Felt dreamy and high,

She would tend her garden,
All natural,
And within comfy robes,
And she would dance,
Like only the stars were gazing,

Her hips became more svelte,
And crescent with the irises,
She tended, watered, and loved,
Her breasts and soul glowed,
More voluptously,
Luminous with the moon,
Her exotic eyes,
Were sunflower kisses,
For every star in the sky,

Whenever she would dance,
And tend her garden,
She was so beautiful,
She could intimately,
Feel her garden flowers blush,
With their glistening,
Sun and moonkissed petals,
She felt she could carefreely,
Sway and dance,
Like sensuous romance and jazz,

Bohemian lady in her garden,
The stars she loves to gaze upon,
Loves to gaze upon her,
Like a dream,
Swaying sweetly,
With her garden flowers
Reynaldo Casison