Every night, before I nod-
hear the tiding sea,
Listen to my pillow whisper-
Indulge before I sleep...

In the morning's..' morrow's-
Another piece is gone-
My mind-my body-apart;
It's as a waning song

And when I wake at dawn,
I'm not quite sure I see,
When taken from my slumbers
By my reveille

This reveille of silence,
sturred by silky kisses;
To think i'll ever know
What its true existence...

wow love the uniquness =P

thanks...im pretty sure all of my poems are unique :)

but what does it mean!?!?!

nah. i think i got a good idea. good job, yo

nicley written i aggree with sam the unqueness is there so touching ....

a reveille is a sort of signal that wakes you up in the morning...like an alarm or some thing
and every day ya wake up you get a little older lose some of your youth :P

wow...very nice. i'm not that talented to come up with anything like that