Tambourine Woman Poem by Reynaldo Casison

There once was a woman
Who played a tambourine,
She played it with love,
Night and day,
Day and night

She loved how it's cymbals,
Shimmered like stars in her skies,

It was her love's unique,
Serenade to the weary nightingales,
under the wings
of the moon

It made the dress of her body,
Warm with rhythms,
As the nightingales sang

One midnight sonata, the tambourine Woman
Played the violin,
As the dolphins gleamed

It made the gown of her body,
Warm with rhythms

She felt it's sweet elegance

Some nights,
She missed the shimmers,
of her tambourines cymbals,
The way it made the dress
of her body warm,
As she felt her violins,
sweet elegance

Some nights, Under the stars
she played her tambourine,
Some nights, Under the stars
She played her violin

Some nights,
She played her tambourine,
And she played her violin,
She played them,
Under the stars
with warm moonlit love,

The nightingales
felt many serenades,
Shimmering,
like stars in our skies

Reynaldo Casison