You'll Find Me In A Napping Bar Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

You'll find me in a napping bar,

as I'll be nestling on a dream couchette,

my soft tranced lips as daemons them escape,

over myself a cast of tremulous cape,

in trickles hardly palpable the sweat

would bathe my body so far


As dreams would perish in the wake of trance,

the golden hour beguiling time,

infinitesimal dots in space, -

so, dormant bourns would efface,

as spinning quarks begot this rhyme,

while Hipnos his sustaining glance


would try on me as I'll be still

before my vital quest's fulfilled...