Still sleeping

All the dreams were drenched in early morning rain.
Last night's alcohol is still circulating in vein.
They called upon all the poets from "Highlands",
I only do observe.
Still sleeping.

All the pain you tried to hide within,
All the good things you offered me,
And I know exactly when did you wake up and slept again.
It started raining.

I thought this one in early morning's drowsiness.
Half written after the first crow's caw,
Half written when I planned to go back.

Still sleeping and it started raining again.