End of Night
This is the first poem I wrote for the poetry section in my
creative writing class. It's a vilanelle, which just means
that I have to use a certain rhyme scheme and repeat certain lines
in certain places. I find it much harder than the formless poetry
I usually do, but it's kind of fun.
I’ve often dreamed of wondrous winged flight
That lifts my heart on high while I yet sleep.
But leaves my soul in fear of end of night.
By day I walk, held down by bonds of light.
A plain and ordinary life I keep.
So far from dreams of wondrous winged flight.
But inner eyes see with a different sight,
Behold bright wings amid a sky so deep.
Wake not, oh soul in fear of end of night!
I pray the hour when, at the end of night,
I wake and find the dream is mine to keep.
To live this dream of wondrous winged flight!
But hope is dim when seen by reason’s light.
Dreams linger not when dawn’s first fingers creep
Into this soul in fear of end of night.
So welcome sleep, when bright stars shed their light.
I seek it out when darkness gathers deep.
Bright comes this dream of wondrous winged flight,
Yet leaves my soul in fear of end of night.