The Sleeping Spell

You, the guy I rhapsodize over
Through words, I devour your existence closer
Through prayers, I bestow the sweats you excrete
when you kill the routines with your weary breath
into the most beautiful serenade that the world ever pour to your bed!
(My silly spell pacifies your winsome sleep, does it not?)

Nighty night, Hurricane
I hope the droplets of moonlight from the west
will keep your sanctum safe from the anguish face of nightmares,
and spoil your snore with the universe's best selling fairytales

Until you open your eyes,
you'll realize how the whole universe are having a feast

and putting up their wine glasses
when they find out that, someone I crawl over, awaken from his bed, alive
And ready to festive the sun to arise

P.S. have I mentioned I miss you?