Rouse Poem by dana besarani

Might be all night long
My poem Sacrificing itself
Until reaching your breath,
and waking you up
Then filling your glass
with its dreams
Drinking itall to last drop
and making you feel a sleep

By the morning THINKING!
It was a bad dream
and pledging to not telling any one
Neither care your heart
Nor try to remember a drop of that poem

By the following night
placing same poem
next to your head
Continually
As a childhood story
Reading it and repeating it