Imaginary Wings

Hope is a visionary experience:
All of it, all dis-rented indifference,
A pretense whispering of discontent,
Multitudes of time and space inheritance,


Hope is a tempering wizard:
Tempered like a switch of dismal trough,
Electrifying the soul to brighten first most,
And tranquilizing the inner self,


Hope is noble nature's inception:
possessing a instinctive joy of influence,
Welcoming heart, to make believe,
And rekindle the general gradiance,


Hope is a solemn soul's soother:
Controlling choice in flowing pain,
And helps the agitating heart to drink,
Because nature has confined it with fancy fun,


Hope is imaginary wings of faith:
Fly fast in search of solace spring,
Like bees melody for their nectar hive,
Neither kneeling nor noting, nor sing.