Midnight Mirage Poem by fara sutaru

I prepare myself and went to bed
A good night sleep is what I need
A tiring day is what I had
And my aching head is being bad.

As my consciousness drift away
I saw an image beside the bed I lay
A blurry illusion of a dashing man
With a smile like that of the magnificent sun.

Although my body is fast asleep
It seems my mind is wide awake
I smell the scent of roses and sweets
Like those pretty things I taste and eat.

And then the figment starts to move
Like delicate little flower swaying in groove
As my midnight mirage draw near my bedstead
I was stir by the sound of the fuming alarm clock instead.