Lilies of the Sun

Every dawn, to dream the world is somehow re-created. The impossible, under the orange. With fighting rays protruding out of the sun, (the heaped unbeatable). (Foe of the night ash). Turning into, (all horizons) far Bear yourself to the unbearably high branches- letting the ponds cry in sorrow wearing your warm diamond cloak causing it to magnify it’s intention Yet, of virgin white lilies, If your nature; to reach toward the orange then reach with all you have for hours lilies, your imagination brightens everywhere calling us all to join Lifting your burden somewhat All the while The blade and shoe that is heavier than lead- ever present, eclipses your attempts to keep on trudging- Oh Lilies, Grow, in your splendor Turn on spiral muscle worn thin as you pry the sky downward Expressing your efforts Allowing for me, time to stand a necessary task If I am to continue To expand my workfist Wide open into the day *****Winner of first place award****** ________________________________________________________________ Inspired by: The Impossible Dream by Joe Darion Written exclusively for Michele Nold-Godleske Contest