After Five Cups of Coffee

Sweet voice, a lullaby
Melting the ice, it's flowing gently
Bitter mood, but not a goodbye
Heart withstood, it's moving swiftly

Sleeping serenade, clumsily resonate 
A gathering of fireflies, the melody mystifies
Resting meditate, what a dreamy parade!
The closing of those restless eyes, beauty and not just lies


Note: This was my first ever poem in English.