Rose blossoms upon the Spring
Boughs and the Sunflower breeze
Like a Burlesque dancer
Takes off her Winter fur
Cool noon warmths

Reynaldo Casison

They call me Mr. Rose,
Bearer of lost love,
Mourner of memories.

There used to be a Mrs. Rose,
But she faded to nothing but a stray few,
Memories for me to weep over.

They call me Mr. Rose,
Because of this flower I pin on my suit,
More for the stab of the thorn than anything.

Let alone a banyan tree,
A branch is much bigger than me.
I am not big.

The sun seems like a palette of colour.
As I see the big print,
It amazes me even more.
Colour drifts, painting sweet spots,
Shedding hardly any space at all—
Only a hand’s palm size, that’s all,
For its spectacular masterstroke: a rose!

You are the only rose
Of all the roses
That ever blushed with sighs
Swayed with sweet stillness
And
Were ever painted
With love

Reynaldo Casison

Within the rose golden moonbeams
An exquisite woman
Blushing like dreams

Reynaldo Casison

Like spring fireflies
Some can sweetly waltz
Even the rose stillness

Reynaldo Casison

I felt your love
I felt your love
Within
Its rose candle sighs

You caress sweet melodies
Of evening rain
We all need something
To soothe the pain
Some days and loves
Are like champagne

I felt your love
I felt your love
Within its rose candle sighs

You glisten sweetly
Like the soothe of moonlit waves
The diamond stars ablaze
Your accents of honey
Unique and heartfelt
And With tender warmths
The blues like snow melts


You felt our love
You felt our love
Within,
Within its rose candles sighs

Reynaldo Casison

Light upon the light
High atop the high
Let the lucky brow
Paradise shines
May your most beautiful eyes
Cast a glance!

Let it light up  
A candle in front of the mirror.  
Ah, wild glimpses—  
Ultimately nuanced,  
An enduring treasure,  
Eternity in shadow,  
Gently showing up.  

Dear, the buzz is all in bloom.  
Without one, nothing is whole.  
The sun scrolls down in sizzling gold,  
Never derailing, never sliding back,  
Looping into the shrouded night.  
The color is half full, half light,  
Hues reflecting a zillion stars.  

Time moves in discovery,  
Ever burning the midnight oil—  
The humble moon,  
Lingering beneath your midnight-black locks.  
The color, the fire—will it be the first to spot  
Your veiled face, the true morning rose?

Whenever the Moon
Like a Rose blushes
I fall in love with you
Again and again
Morning to midnight petals
Moonlit wave within wave
Candle sigh within sigh

Reynaldo Casison

With you the Moon
is a bouquet of Roses
Glowing within the sweet vineyard
Of the evening sky
blessed with pretty serenades
For ordinary folks and romantics
Like me and you
That stretches beyond the blue

Where Our love
is golden,
Within its petals and caresses,
While you wear my loves flowers
In the honey of your tresses,
The waves waltz
In their natural dresses,
To heavenly shore

Within this sweet vineyard
Our love is a Summer waltz
That is always luminous and kind,
Things are sublime like fine wine
And everybody is in love
With one another and themselves
Like a pretty festive cruise

Reynaldo Casison