Feathered Hope1

The dream state glance of mine blinking eye

Watches fully of what is to be

That hope entails a greater sense of need

The need blanketed by reasons made

What would be said to all?

If there were no hands to catch the fall

As a blind man’s reaction covers the track

While reasons bestowed never lasts

I am not reason enough

For this is not much of much

But still the reign upon it all

Would forever break my fall