Cribbing Dream Poem by Antonio Liao

when the night always at the height of my
temper, the cool breeze of the shore
hammock my swollen tears

when my days shower its teardrops
falling to the ground, the refreshing smile
of the clouds gallops myself, bringing me
to the calmness of the night

when my lonely memories hold me to
walk beyond the horizon of the meadow, I
kept mesmerizing those funny moment
that I was once lived like a prince in the
crib

when I am at the helm of no where to go
and prostration behold my emotion to
conquer every smile in my heart, I just
smell the best perfume in my pillow,
believing that smooth sleep could ease my
aspiration for a better day to wake

now the sun is near to peep, in the
murmuring clouds of yesterday, there I
find my wife watching my head in her arm
that never fades, like cotton swinging in
the season of free, in the spring waiting to
be gray

raise my dear spirit, the sleep has come to
wake in a dream you seat like me, in your
loving arm only a dearest wife will come
and let you see

solemnly quest that dream dear …….