She gazes to the Moon,
Melodious honey,
And its sublime lillies,
Flowing in her hair,
The evening and midnight,
is warm,
As her kind desire,
She gazes to the Moon,
Her Beauty kisses its Beauty,
Her tears left at the steeple,
Her sighs,
upon the deep mascara,
Of her brows,
She gazes to the Moon,
She gazes to the Moon
She gazes to the Moon,
Sweet vineyards beam,
in her being,
She parts her gown,
The way she parts,
her lily strewn hair,
And she gazes to the Moon,
Sweet warm vineyards,
beam,
In her being,
She gazes to the Moon,
She gazes to the Moon,
She gazes to the Moon
Reynaldo Casison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem