Heavy Eyelids, Heavy Hope

My eyelids are rigged to my optimism control,
And when a long day finally ends,
If I don’t close them right off
And my body needs rest,
My spirits fall.
Under the blanket of stars,
If my eyes are open and struggling,
My hope for the way I might
Move through the night struggles also.
But if my eyes are shut
And my mind rests under a blanket of dreams
Optimism and hope and pessimism and fear
Are supplanted by shapes
Flapping through the depths and currents
Of a mind freed from time.
Those are exciting non-times,
Eyelids shut,
Dreaming.