speaking of last night

[wintry bridge]

this morning when I woke up
the first thing on my mind
is a cherry-shapèd lime
in a den without love
tidal waves corrupt
a tranquil rhyme
sleepless time
dead dove
to ensure
I am alive
sevenfold
not secure
must look twice
on a pedestrian road

[odd basalt]

You have written it in a wonderful shape, control of vocab and emotions are awesome.