A Night With Dionysus Poem by mostafa mohan

The first song.
After I drank Every bottle...
of wine I own...
The dream goblins have begun...
to Dance around and sing...
Songs of roses and wine...
And the crimson tales…

The second song..
The sky looked like a magical sea...
made from grape vines...
The stars turned into sailors...
And clouds into ships...
carrying jars of wine...
To distribute to the thirsty...
exclaims, "Hey Dionysus.'...

The third song...
Horns of passion are playing...
The sky began to sing songs...
The moon is drunk...
from too much drink...
The streets are all dancing...
Under the magical sky...

The fourth song....
The god of wine has...
reincarnated for me...
in the form of a woman...
The softness of her...
touch on my face...
The heat of her lips on my lips
The sweetness of passion emitted.
of our intertwined bodies...
And that magic spell...
that appeared in her eyes...
I and she and love...
Drenched in the winter rain...