Wings

My tired dreamy eyes close
but sleep refuses to come.

Too many ideas race.

Thoughts, once hidden, breach the surface,
popping above the tranquil waters of my vision
before I can restrain them.

Hope shimmers on the horizon,
lighting my straying thought
with its sunset glow.

Dare I dream?
Dare I give voice
to what my vision shows?

My mouth opens, 
but only song pours forth.

Hope, you are my bird;
carry me above the haze of dreams
to your lofty nesting place
else give me wings with which to fly.

Reviews

[MmeCorpse]

I love this for two reasons: One, it perfectly described the exact I feeling on some nights when trying to go to sleep. Sometimes it just doesn't come at all because of all the things swimming around in my head. Very frustrating. Two, I love how--especially in the end--it made me think my favorite poem by my favorite poet, Emily Dickinson:

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all

That poem inspires me to write, and has meant a lot to me in my life.

I love your poem. The imagery is wonderful. Favoring. :)