Wings Poem by Lydia Thacker

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.