Cestrum Nocturnum Poem by Juan Olivarez

The sweet smell of paradise,
Through my window screen.
As I open my eyes,
To the vibrant green.

All through the night,
Enraptured was I.
With Cestrum Nocturnum but light,
Makes me want to cry.

The scent will depart,
All the daylight hours.
Until twilight will start,
Miracles down in the bowers.

Then once again, the heavenly scent,
Will assail my senses.
Like the pealing of bells,
Sinners recompenses.