Did You Have A Sound Sleep Last Night? Poem by RIC BASTASA

out there is snow
inside your room you pretended sleep
i tendered some unsolicited advices
which i stole from the experts
of sleep
i tendered the face of the man
who can sing you the
songs of passion
and love and who can make you
sleep
i tendered an old song of mother
a lullaby
i tendered an ear of father
touching your fingers

i wish i could have been a tributary
of so much sleep for you
the mind
of softness and pillows and
warmer beds

do not believe me, if you only know
i, too, could not sleep last night
your sleeplessness
is also my mess.