The night is sublime
When she unwinds
Her hair long
Like a river of stars
She grasps its light
Like a plush cushion
The night is long
With its honey dews
The night is long
Like her hair
She stretches as she unwinds
The night is sublime
The night is long with her sighs
She stretches as she unwinds
The night is sublime
She stretches fine
As rhythms
She stretches as she unwinds
The night is sublime
Blue and mellow
She stretches her fine contours
Flexible as the stars
Raining its light
The night is sublime
With its damp stars
The night is sublime
With her honey dews
She stretches as she unwinds
She stretches as she unwinds
Reynaldo Casison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem